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.
Ice cream smiles
Sultry horn-ed godess
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.
At the Monkey Palace
You got to dance, dance, DANCE!
Got a soft spot in my heart for fiddler girls
Stiltdancing at the Monkey Palace
More fabulous headwear
Butterfly enjoying the fair
Back at the rental house at Benson Wine Company, we ate poke and danced–to a live band this time.