As soon as I got off work on Saturday, Mr S and I hopped in the car and headed for the WI Sheep and Wool Festival. It was a lovely late summer/early fall day, the soybean fields turning golden, brushings of crimson on the tops of scattered trees, a true-blue sky.
When we got to the fairgrounds in Jefferson, the first stop was for food (Hey, I hadn't eaten since breakfast).
The lines were long, but they moved quickly.
After lunch, we headed to the barns to see the beasties.
Random assortment of sheep
I unexpectedly ran into a non-knitting friend, who was there with her knitting daughter; also, less surprisingly, Elizabeth and Cathy from the Last Saturday knitting group.