Sacred orbs and bad-ass fiddle(r)s

The Oregon Country Fair is amazing

More sun, more music, more join-right-in parades, more good food and nice folks. More napping in the sun in Chella Mella meadow.

Solemn procession to place the Orb of Something-or-Other

Bought lots of Christmas presents for the little-littles—bendy forest folk dolls, toy fishing rods, and more.

More wine and dancing that evening. This time with steak.

Hats at the fair: Mine, Amy’s and Dave’s

High Holy Days of Summer

Oregon Country Fair with Camping Extension, day 2

Not a camp day—Oregon Country Fair, day 1

Dave discovered that our rental had satellite TV, so we watched the World Cup semifinal while eating breakfast and preparing for the fair.

I wandered around the field-like yard harvesting weeds and a few branches of a purpose-planted variegated willow. I turned them into a nice wreath for Amy’s hat. Dave tucked a plumeria under his hat brim and I tied my pink and gold rosebud headband into a coronet. Bill was long-sleeved and long-trousered due to antibiotic induced sun sensitivity, but he enjoyed the Fair nonetheless.

Welcome to the Fair, my High Holy Days of Summer

Fairies and dragons and jugglers and musicians. Grandmas, mammas, and babies. Nerds, hippies, and who-knows-whats. They’re all at the fair and this year was no exception. The Oregon Country Fair–my High Holy Days of Summer.

Like most years I ate well—avocado dreamboat, purple corn drink, yucca dough empanadas—yum!

Oh yeah, and Heather helped us park! I love it when two different spheres of my world touch.

Back at the rental house at Benson Wine Company, we ate poke and danced–to a live band this time.