So we went to the fair yesterday. Here are some photographs.
|A sampling of the bounty of the county.|
|The winning gigantic pumpkin.|
|Preserves behind bars.|
Apparently, a few years ago there was trouble -
not by misbehaving preserves but from fair patrons
|Hopefully the preserves had not been preserved in this kitchen.|
Still, these old images were all around.
|Another protected display.|
|Christmas tree vendors were advertising their wares.|
|Liked this fisherman's sweater in the craft hall.|
|Was impressed that someone actually had the talent to sew this!|
Though one does not see any women
in our area wearing such things these days...
|Great to look at - but oddly not locked up. |
Even better the recipes were posted.
Now speaking of food at the fair, I had a ton - proudly all of it fried or sugary - yet devilishly delicious! There were chicken tenders in a crater of French fries, a fried oreo, a sundae, and something from a Cajun cart. This was all washed down with a paper cup of really bad sangria in the beer garden. I was grateful that I actually woke up this morning.
Visited with and petted lots of beautiful animals. They were all locked up or confined. Since they are not inanimate like the preserves, I always feel so badly for them and cannot bear to photograph them.
Meanwhile, thanks to Thomas Hardy for borrowing his title for this entry.