yesterday felt like being on the cusp of winter
the sun made only cameo appearances
the wind was high and the air chilly
autumn is the season for country fairs. for celebrating the harvest. yesterday we drove inland to the Deerfield Fair which is reputed to be the oldest family fair in New England. it earns that designation because there is no alcohol and no gambling. but lots of farm animals, demonstrations, exhibits, needlework, produce, fibers, spinning, sheep shearing, hay baling, woodcutting, good food, music, singing, children playing. unseasonably cold. so cold the lemonade vendors put their goods under wraps and fled the premises. soup and hot beverages were the hit of the day. and musicians struggled to pick their instruments with cold fingers.
although summer is shedding her garments
i am not ready to shed mine. no not just yet.