Friday, August 18, 2017

County Fair

There's just something about a fair that fills me with patriotic pride and gratitude for this amazing country.
The exhibits and displays seem to take me back to the past
as I look at hand-stitched quilts,
beautiful artwork,
and livestock snuffling in their pens.
Somehow seeing ribbons dangling from bottled fruit and baked goods appeals to my farm-girl dreams and roots. 
My mom was raised on a farm in Idaho and my dad was raised with plenty of land, plants, animals, and chores. I have so many fond memories from my childhood of swinging in the tire swing that hung from the massive willow tree, climbing hay bales, pretending to drive old tractors, riding the three-wheeler around, climbing trees, and playing in the real pioneer log cabin that sat on my grandparents' property.
Maybe it's because of those fond memories that I have such a deep yearning to get our kids involved in work in a similar environment--even if it's on a very small scale.

We got together with my sister and her kids and had a ball petting a python, riding ponies, visiting the petting zoo, watching an adorable sea lion show, playing on a pirate ship, and wandering around the exhibits.
It may be a while before we have our own mini-farm,
but in the meantime I'm glad we can have little tastes.

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