It was Military Appreciation Day and so hot it was like a horse show, Daffodil Arabians, I visited one year at this arena while I was reading "No Man's Land: Combat and Identity in World War One
, by Eric J. Leed. During a break I read at one of the benches in a warm shade spot - then the presence of the horses began to reify some of what I was reading.
At the art show a picture, a meadowlark, reminded me of my father's sister. Art area sounds are not similar to the rural-residential roadside.
In the building with art and home crafts, an upstairs, I looked at place settings, then below the dais for the demo kitchen was a long table with pies. I had happened upon pie judging, a first. One judge was a woman columnist for the News Tribune, one was a novelist, one was a Pierce County Health Department representative. They had nineteen pies. An hour and a half later they had been watched eating pie, and three pies were laid out under the tipped up mirror with a red, blue and white ribbon.
I went on to a later draft horse demo than I had planned.
In my favorite place for the draft horse demo, in the warm weather, dirt on the arena floor faintly clouded the air. Each of the five draft teams rode a uniformed member of a section of the United States Military in the wagon, with applause.