Overlooking the fields from the Ferris wheel, we hear the cheering of crowds, the crashes from the demolition derby and the roaring monster trucks. We also learn who grew the biggest zucchini in the county and pat some cute lonely baby cows. A black haired lady will take a willing hand and read the future in some pink fabric clad trailer.
The fair reminds me of the last remaining small traveling circuses in Europe. They’re wonderful, magic and melancholic all at the same time.
What is this romance of the traveling folks? Of gypsies and circus people? At the end of summer I feel a longing for travel and more adventure, just as the routine of school and boxed lunches arrive.
Soon I will be confined to the house for many long winter months. Well, I could go out, but it’s too cold. However, first comes fall, my favorite season. Because then I can wear boots. And hats!