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The fair was a perfect ending to a long weekend...and involved little to no planning or strategy, which couldn't have been nicer after planning and executing two very involved events for church.
(both of which went very well, in case you were wondering, thank you very much.)
We ate our way around the fair, consuming a variety of wonderfully bad-for-you food.
The list is actually pretty impressive, and ranges from typical fair food to the definitely not so typical: blooming onions, funnel cakes, fried dough, apple crisp, french fries, candied apple, ostrich burger, elk burger
The animals were a big draw, and we spent a ton of time just hanging over stalls and chatting.
This sheep chatted back, in a very loud sort of way.
I am coming to the conclusion that sheep might not really like me.
Then there was this little pig pile, which was all kinds of adorable.
Most of the little guys were sleeping pros, but there were a few that kept things interesting - climbing over the others and wandering around like little drunken sailors.
Watching the kids show their steers was pretty impressive.
This one little guy was my favorite, but it might have had something to do with the fact that he wore suspenders and walked like an old farmer.
We didn't think the boys would be overly interested, but they were pretty intent on all the action.
It was a lovely, colorful day, with everything perfectly set against a brilliant blue sky.
As much as I hate to say this, I think fall is here.
And it's actually pretty wonderful.
A few of us are heading off to the fair today, and I couldn't be more excited.
I'm a country girl at heart, really, longing for the things that remind me of my roots...cows, vegetable gardens, tractors, barn cats, riding on the tailgate of Daddy's pickup...
Going to the fair somehow makes me feel like I'm home again, and going with friends just makes it all the better.
The fried dough definitely doesn't hurt, either.
*image via Etsy
Apologies for my long, unexplained absence. Work and church have both taken over my life in the last few weeks, and something just had to go. I'm happy to be back now, however, as things seem to be returning to normal...
I feel like I just did a post like this, so please bear with me...
Today I'm off to Maine for another family funeral. My Grampy went home to be with Jesus last Saturday, just 3 days shy of the 6 month anniversary of Grammy's death. It was completely unexpected and shocking, and yet at the same time I think all of us understand it too.
I'm so conflicted about how I feel this week, which is why I haven't posted anything on here. (Or probably answered you very sucintly if you have expressed sympathy and asked how I'm doing...)
Part of me is sad and grieving - both for Grampy and Grammy. I can't believe that 6 months ago I had four grandparents...and now I have two. I feel as though so many of my memories of family are attached to these two people: I grew up next door to the farm (lots of cooking in the kitchen with Grammy and time in the barn and on the tractors with Grampy!), went on numerous fun trips with them as a kid (I'm a historic site expert!), and spent countless weekends camping all along the coast of Maine with them (hiking, swimming, making campfires, picking wild blueberries!).
Another part of me is glad for Grampy - the man was married for over 50 years, and to be honest, he just wasn't happy here without his love. Plus, I know that he's in heaven, not only with Grammy, but seeing his Savior face to face and experiencing the most amazing worship of his life. How can I be sad for this? I'm practically jealous for this!
So off I go. Thanks to all of my friends here who have been wonderful with hugs and abundant love this week - I love and appreciate each one of you.
