Every May, the Howard County fairgrounds hosts the annual Sheep and Wool Festival. You can see all kinds of rural things – sheep shearing, Llamas, and other spitting things that I can’t remember the name of at the moment. (I am helping myself to a single glass of a very lovely riesling.)
And then oodles upon oodles of yarn and sheep-related whosits. Things to potentially keep my grandmother happy. Hand-made wooden knitting needles (I’ve already stated my reasons for my aversion to knitting needles.)
Perhaps I’ll make it back up that way this year. Not that I’m buying yarn which I have no real hope of ever crocheting into obedience. Not that I can afford to buy enough to send to my grandmother to keep her hands busy. But watching the sheep get sheared is its own kind of entertainment.
