The Fair!

There are many fall fairs in our area, probably not unlike most of you, but this was the first time we had the opportunity to attend the one closest to the old farmhouse. This is its third year in its new location and we've been itching to go and check it out. 

Celebrating a good growing season that has given us ample opportunities to harvest all of our hard work  put in through a long, hot summer and to also enjoy the work of others has always been a big draw for me. I could spend hours in all of the different exhibit buildings. 

I love wheat sheaths, and sure wish I could make them. Anybody with me on that; anyone know how to make them? And if my stalker says she knows how, well, you'll be able to knock me over with a feather, and then we'll get down to a business and make one.

Now that we're in the country and the Artist and I slowly develop our small parcel of land into a self-sufficient 'farm', we're drawn even more so into the animal barns. Oh, how we yearn for a barn to call our own. And I can tell you, I've been working on the Artist's barnheart, and it's coming along quite nicely. All it took, in fact, was to watch Food Inc. and the next thing I knew, books were rolling in from the library on how to build a chicken coop. 

Can I have a hallelujah sister?

 

And I can also tell you, it took a lot of self control not to tuck one of these under my jacket and make a run for it.

 Just watching and listening to those birds, I could have stayed here all night.

 But then we got hungry.

And the midway was calling our names.

And the male twin, who, upon arrival, had declared he would ride the Ferris wheel with his grandma, decided at the last moment that he wanted to "get a good job, get married and have some kids before he died". 

I took that as a no.

And then I took his place.

Well, it was a good photo op and having a camera around my neck seemed to garner a lot of respect from the ride attendants. If you call a long pause at the top, respect. Where's Waldo? Um, he's not here actually, but the Artist and the male twin are. Can you spot them?

I wanted to sneak one of these beauties home too but their coat was bigger than mine.

Before we knew it, it was time to call it a night before we all turned into pumpkins. Not, however, without having a last treat to soothe our tired feet. Yes, funnel cakes are good for your feet, betcha didn't know that, huh? And do you see that twin eyeing my funnel cake? Well, I might have mentioned something about knowing some better behaved kids and that could quite easily become the next Glimmer Twins.

What do you think?