This weekend I went to our County Fair.  It was my first time going since I moved here from Baltimore almost four years ago.  I’ve always liked carnival rides more than large-scale parks and rollercoasters.  So a night on the Himalaya and the Tilt-a-Whirl was ideal.  A County Fair is a great size, too: enough people to keep things exciting, but not so many it’s hard to jostle for elbow space.  You wait on line, but never quite mind it.

And of course, because it’s Maryland, the County Fair comes with a booth for crab cakes.  Along with a local farm stand selling fresh, county-grown peaches, right by the exit.  So that most of us left swinging plastic bags of peaches as we wound our way to our cars across the dark field.



Slip By

My job has been crazily busy lately, which means that I’ve been bringing a lot of work home with me and not getting as much sleep as I’d like.  Though there’s still plenty to do, last night I left all my files on my desk, drove home, and sat out on the deck with my husband and a cold Hoegaarden.  It was so nice to relax for an evening.

Last night reminded me, too, not to let the summer slip by.  I’ve talked before about my love of summer.  But this year I’ve neglected to soak it all in.  Even though I’m busy, I don’t want to miss this time of year I love most.