It was the sort of day...

It was the sort of day that you wanted to slide down a hill on cardboard. And giggle.

A day plump with color and flavor.

Swirling and curling in scent and scene.

There were women spinning and people singing. The scent of food and foliage filled the air. My daughter and I spent the day at the Common Ground Fair. Not the sort of fair with a midway and junk. This is a fair that features farmers. Even the fried dough was whole wheat with maple sugar sprinkles. There were chickens and bunnies and goats and horses skidding logs. There was home made soap and crafts and jewelry and lovely things. Sunshine and cool breezes and perfect weather. And when we got home there were goats to milk and pigs to feed and lobsters and corn on the cob to cook. It was the sort of day to cherish and remember.