country fair. On the way, we stopped for rainboots and umbrellas as only we would do. We sat on bleachers and watched a sheep show that was out of this world, paraded through deep and muddy puddles squealing, oohed and ahhed over the handcrafted exhibits, petted handspun alpaca, ate black bean brownies, admired pumpkin twins and award-winning indian corn, and laughed at crazy clowns zooming around on motorcycles. Country fairs are where it's at. Even when it's raining cats and dogs.
I returned home itching to bake and knit and search local farms for sale. Never hurts to dream my Amish dream a little. :)