From now until midSeptember, it’s fair time in Maine. On any given day in many a small town you can find a fair with everything from a midway to demolition derbies to harness racing.
Close by a fair is in full swing in Union.
It’s billed as an agricultural fair so there’re many animals waiting to be judged and sold.
This young lady was readying her sheep for auction. Asked why it was necessary to shave it, she replied it was for meat so it was important to have the body fully visible. She raises sheep from birth to about six months old for sale. The money generated will send her to college. That’s reason enough not to be sad that her sheep will be slaughtered.
From Pete the beekeeper, I learned all about beekeeping which was fascinating. There’s a lot more to making honey than you might suspect.
As you might guess, it’s possible to eat your way through a country fair, and with it being blueberry season there’s a good sampling of things made with blueberries.
Totchos sounded pretty tasty, but I decided to hold out for fried clams which I had spotted earlier.
My niece opted for a lobster roll which happened to be a very good buy at the fair.
Fairs bring out the kid in you. Not every ride is something I’ll still do, but bumper cars make the cut.
I begged off the slide and left it to the younger generation.
The ferris wheel still held magic. At the top vistas far beyond the fairgrounds opened up.
All in all the fair was great fun, and like so many things in Maine, it was a simple pleasure.