The craft barn is a favorite and the 4-H entries such as these are a work of art!
A beautiful showing of purple in the zinnia display, a color I haven't ever had.
Perfectly scrappy and just like I want my quilts, this was in the craft barn, they are all displayed from the rafters.
An entry with four holidays presented...so beautifully.
A couple paintings that evoke a country feeling.
My favorite breed and color...captured all these photos with my old iPhone 4.
The only thing on my mind on the way home from the fair is a wonderful feeling of joy; and here's why.
A county fair is joyful simply from the formal recognition of the really, truly good things in life.
It's the happy sound of summer in the country, kids riding on the fair rides, moms and dads visiting with each other as they wait for their kids to come down the ramp when they're done. Something time will not change. That's a comfort.
The look on the face of a beautiful nine-year old with big brown eyes and wearing her barn boots, proud as she can be of her calf, asking me if I'd like to come up and pet her.
The pride in a little boy's face as he leads his pig to the show barn, his dad's face beaming as well as he follows his son down the path--farming extends generations and for that I am so thankful.
On the way home, with a full tummy from the glorious elephant ear I just ate along with a cold pint of milk mixes perfectly with the sound of the crickets, the clouds moving across the moon over me, the smell of a damp field of alfalfa...a satisfaction like none other.
Life is good because of farmers.