After a week that felt like it might just burst its seams, the temptation to do nothing Saturday was strong. We had planned on trekking to the county Fair. That was before it was 89 degrees and the busiest attendance day of the week. But everyone in the house under the age of 40 had entered an item for judging, and we had generously been given tickets and a parking pass. So, even though the last thing we wanted to do was spending our first chance to rest shlepping around the Fair… we went.
It was a good call.
We’ve never been big on the games and rides, even when one of the perks from Christopher’s job was a “golden ticket” for as many turns as we could handle. We also prefer homemade funnel cakes and grilled sausages to the kind you pay $10 for at a booth. (But we are complete suckers for Purple Cows, and miss the Snohomish County Dairy Women like crazy.)
For us, Fair is about tractors, and animals, and showing off your baking, canning, and crafting skills. It’s about quilts and beekeepers and giant watermelons and the perfect bale of hay.
Was it hot? You bet. But was it fun? Oh my goodness, yes. There were excited squeals as ribbons earned came into view, and delighted laughter at the antics of a particularly feisty goat who decided to eat its neighbor’s winnings. There were approving nods at some very fine animals, and more than one photo taken of particularly beautiful handmade items we’d like to replicate here at home.
It was a great way to shake off the busy week and move into the sabbath mindset, and a beautiful reminder of how blessed we are to enjoy simple pleasures.
I’m glad you had a fun time!