First there was Maryland Sheep and wool, for which I made a few dozen bags.  At the last second.  With feeling (and excellent audio books spurring me along).

Most of the bags found happy homes, but I do have some orphans I should list.  I finished by the skin of my teeth and took off to rendezvous with several of my favorite knitters at the Spirit Trail booth.

The heat was oppressive all weekend long, and the crowds on Saturday were maddening.  I did manage to pick up a couple of treats for myself, which I should, you know, photograph and post about.   As usual, I spent most of the weekend guffawing with friends, whether we were working or wandering about or recovering at the Inn.  “Laughing too much” throat set in sometime Saturday night.

I also met this little guy.

His little black knees and nose slay me.

I’m not sure how I should feel about the fact that after fawning over this little sweetie Ruadhan and I walked right over to the lamb stand for lunch . . . so I’ve decided not to think too hard on it.  I certainly couldn’t think too much about it at the time because it was 95 degrees and I’d been standing for many hours in a row on concrete and there had been some drinking the night before.

Despite the weather and sleep deprivation and many margaritas, you can see the Spirit Trail gang was in high spirits on Sunday.  That may be just a really smiley form of heat-stroke, but I can’t be sure.

Then there were some work days, and a cancer smackdown day, and some more work, and then Beltaine.  Wheeeeeee.  Except with more sleep deprivation.

And now . . . way too many photos with far too little explanatory text, and in no particular order.  Mostly Maypole stuff, with some random other things thrown in for good measure.  I have many more, but can’t currently edit photos, so am only showing you the images that don’t need help.

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