The rain blew away by the time I left dinner on Friday night, leaving Saturday cold and windy, but mostly clear. Sunday was even warmer. The Beakman Arms has a lounge with a fireplace; we had mulled cider in front of the fire on Saturday night.
The festival was fun, but there was too much to do and not enough time to do it.
I did not go through every barn/display, and I'm ok with that. I did end up shopping more than I expected, and got some presents as well as some fun stuff for myself. How did those four balls of sock yarn get in my bag? We'll see how long it takes for me to actually *use* any of my new loot, because I have a few works in progress to get finished before I can start the next things.
The goat show was loooooong, but interesting. The judge did a lot of personal conversation with each competitor, but less announcing for the whole audience to hear than I would prefer. I encouraged one person who was going to back out to put his goat into the show anyway, despite the kid's forward-curving horns. My reasons were that 1) you always learn something when you compete and 2) someone has to come in last, and why not jump in and see if it's not going to be you? ... I was standing right next to the owner when the judge said "Good goat. If it were a white, I'd throw him out for those horns. Since he's colored, I care more about the fleece." That kid went on to place 4th or 5th out of about 15. I was vindicated, and the owner was glad to have been there with that goat to hear from the judge.
J is the best mom I've ever seen in action. She is very calm, and totally baby-focused, but in a way that doesn't leave out the adults around her. I could go on and on about it, but suffice to say, A should never have a moment of insecurity growing up. His mom loves him, and is perfectly competent and capable in every way.