With July slipping into August, my thoughts turn to happy memories of county and state fairs. I always loved visiting my cousins in Indiana and admiring all their 4-H ribbons at the county fair, and our family's trip to the State Fair in South Dakota each year was always a highlight! How I loved the beautiful Swiss cows and their soulful eyes, the intricate needlework displays and the rows of gleaming jellies and jams. In honor of my agricultural roots, here's a poem by Walt Whitman to greet the day:
A Farm Picture
Through the ample open door of the peaceful country barn,
A sunlit pasture filled with cattle and horses feeding,
And haze and vista, and the far horizon fading away.
|Field of hay, Cades Cove, Tennessee|