Festival

Saturday we wrapped up our garage sale early and headed North to check out a sheep shearing festival (thanks Dad for the heads up about it!). I get giddy just thinking about it again! Under light canopies sat artists creating pottery, pedaling a spinning wheel, tempting me with their beautiful work and of course hand dyed wool.

There was story telling by a brightly dressed lady who also strummed her dulcimer as the kids tapped wooden shoed puppets on a make shift stage. The face painter did a fine job painting a feather on H's cheek (for an entire day afterward he kept asking which cheek is it on mom? and was careful not to sleep on it).

We slurped on root beer floats and watched the llamas, sheep, and chickens meander about. We even got to watch a sheep's wooly coat be shorn - h loved it and couldn't wait to pet the sheep and the pile of wool on the floor. Probably one of the boys' favorite activities was running around inside an old ship or train freight container.


My heart feels full of the beauty this memory speaks to me.

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