Well hello there.
This might be a little bit how I feel today.
Just a tad.
This living in one house and renovating another twenty minutes away while juggling school and work and soccer and theatre club and life in general is a little wearing on us.
Not that we aren’t grateful. I am so VERY grateful.
But even so this is still a serious juggle of our time and energy.
And of course I am anxious to be in the new house. We are all.
We love it there so much, and it is always a little tough to leave at the end of the night and come back to the rent house.
But enough farm talk for today.
Way back, BTF (Before the Farm,) Jeanetta and I made a lunch time visit to the County Fair.
This is the first time since college that I have lived in a town that host the County Fair.
Where we lived before hosted the State Fair, which is big and loud and great in its own way, but doesn’t have the charm of a small county fair in a small southern college town.
The week the Fair came was a busy one and because I would be gone to the Women’s Retreat that weekend, I was going to miss all the action. Until we came up with the idea of going at lunch.
At lunch only the exhibit hall, animal barns, and one concession stand were open, but that was enough for me.
I love the animal barns, seeing all the breeds of farm critters and their personalities.
I think all the spotted and painted animals are my favs.
The goats cracked me up. This one was the only one I could get a decent picture of. The rest moved and jumped and tried to eat my camera.
This one was obviously entirely too cool for me, and did his best shunning routine.
But the joke was on him, I got his pic!
Jeanetta, the Great Goat Wrangler, also loved the goats. They really are precious, even though they are also a lot of work to keep (or so I hear..)
This is the latest yoga pose – Downward Facing Goat
I always love the 4-H kids decorate their pins for the animals.
I loved this bunting the best. Maybe they should start a pen-decorating contest, and I could be a judge.
Next up was my favorites.
All the chickens and roosters.
There were so, so, many varieties.
Pretty ones, funny, ones, plain ones, fancy ones, fat ones, scrawny ones…
Cannot wait till Spring when we get a new flock.
This fella was not amused by me in the least.
He obviously rules the roost.
Oh the bunnies.
I have had bunnies before, but I just can’t stand to keep them in the cages.
Bunnies need to hop.
I guess if I could create a bunny habitat with plenty of jumping room then that would be okay.
Also, this just slayed me.
Listen, I eat meat.
And we plan on raising a lot of our own meat on the farm.
But that this little bunny won the “Grand Champion Single FRYER” title just seems a little unsettling.
Is it just me?
I feel for the innocent thing.
This one obviously was not excited to see me there, blog or no blog.
The pigs and hogs were all knocked out solid.
We decided that they must have been up all night partying.
This beauty must have had a serious case of the munchies post-party and then passed smooth out mid-chew.
Is it sad that sometimes I wish I could do this with a whole thing of Tiramisu? It is, isn’t it?
After the animals came the exhibit hall.
I think this was Flower Arranging or Flower Growing? I seem to have hit upon the wildflower area.
Jeanetta and I decided that we really should try to enter some things next year, including produce.
Pumpkins are on my wish list and I am thinking maybe I can beat this?
Am I being ambitious?
This was the canning section. Love.
In addition to all the looking, we also managed to eat.
Classic fair food – the jumbo corn dog and fresh squeezed lemonade.
Despite all the “progress” in fair food – aka fried things of all kinds – I like to stick with the originals.
I’m just that kind of girl.
After we were done, we trailed through the midway, looking at all the rides and stands just waiting for dusk and the after-school crowds.
I don’t really love to ride the rides, but I do love the lights, and the Farris Wheel.
Maybe next year.
And maybe next year we will have something to enter as well.
Love the possibilities.
Happy Wednesday friends,
I just love reading your blog. It cracks me up that you call Conway a small town. I grew up about 25 minutes out side of Conway and it was a big deal, when I was in high school, for us to go to Conway. It was a big city compared our little town! 🙂