Weekend at last
TGIF. Not that the weekend looks that much more relaxing, but I need the change of pace.
Rain today, the cold spattery kind. September's not even gone and it looks like November. Not quite that chilly, but the appearance was right.
Tomorrow is the Boone County Pioneer Festival, and Gary and Rob are playing in the afternoon as Bear Creek. I sure hope the weather clears up for them. The festival is pretty interesting. It's supposed to be educational and entertaining, as well as profitable for some folks who sell stuff. Many of the participants aren't selling, but merely demonstrating pioneer skills and trades, such as blacksmithing or broom making. There are voyageurs and revolutionary soldiers, farmers and quilters. Wagon rides for the city folks, traditional music for those who will sit and listen. I particularly like the pioneer gardens, a feature I've never seen anywhere else. The event is held in a large forest preserve that includes some historic buildings like a log cabin and an old schoolhouse that have been disassembled and moved there. And they have a number of fenced garden plots that are kept all summer by volunteers who raise heirloom vegetables and flowers. Each plot contains the plants that would have been favored by a particular immigrant group, so there's a Norwegian garden, a Scottish garden, a French garden, etc. They don't forget the native Americans either, and have a plot with maize, pumpkins, and beans grown in the traditional way. I love reading the descriptions and explanations for each garden. I wonder how well they did this year with the peculiar weather, though.
Spinning projects are completed and turned in, but I still have weaving to finish up, and only ten days left to get it done. Right now I'm more ready for bed than anything else.
Rain today, the cold spattery kind. September's not even gone and it looks like November. Not quite that chilly, but the appearance was right.
Tomorrow is the Boone County Pioneer Festival, and Gary and Rob are playing in the afternoon as Bear Creek. I sure hope the weather clears up for them. The festival is pretty interesting. It's supposed to be educational and entertaining, as well as profitable for some folks who sell stuff. Many of the participants aren't selling, but merely demonstrating pioneer skills and trades, such as blacksmithing or broom making. There are voyageurs and revolutionary soldiers, farmers and quilters. Wagon rides for the city folks, traditional music for those who will sit and listen. I particularly like the pioneer gardens, a feature I've never seen anywhere else. The event is held in a large forest preserve that includes some historic buildings like a log cabin and an old schoolhouse that have been disassembled and moved there. And they have a number of fenced garden plots that are kept all summer by volunteers who raise heirloom vegetables and flowers. Each plot contains the plants that would have been favored by a particular immigrant group, so there's a Norwegian garden, a Scottish garden, a French garden, etc. They don't forget the native Americans either, and have a plot with maize, pumpkins, and beans grown in the traditional way. I love reading the descriptions and explanations for each garden. I wonder how well they did this year with the peculiar weather, though.
Spinning projects are completed and turned in, but I still have weaving to finish up, and only ten days left to get it done. Right now I'm more ready for bed than anything else.