I wish you could have come with us to the state fair. But I had the best time taking pictures.
It was perfect weather, warm and breezy. We arrived at noon.
It didn’t seem very crowded.
This was new. They sort of unzip these bubbles and children crawl in and then the young employee guy uses a machine to blow air into the bubble until it is tight and round. Then he quickly zips it up again and then the children exhaust themselves trying to stand up.
The giant stuffed banana was this year’s hot carnival prize. I thought about how it would be to win one of these five foot long bananas, and to squish it into your car, and then you get it home… It might be an awesome accent piece for that room decorated with a fruit theme. But I don’t know, do you think there is a room someplace that is decorated with a fruit theme?
I liked this fuzzy rabbit who was thinking about world peace or stock market issues or something else serious, coffee maybe. He was just clearly a really important rabbit and someone needed to figure that out and SOON.
This rabbit was mad. She had I think an earth-shattering appointment or a Big Date (look at that eye liner!) and here she was cooped up in this uncool place without even any music to listen to. I tried to talk to her but she was fuming.
This was a goat who had won a ribbon and was trying very hard to eat it. It hung on the other side of the curtain above him, and my photo missed the part where he was actually chewing on it. (I’m thinking this goat could be helpful in removing unwanted wallpaper.)
When I took these pictures a Fair employee asked if I was from the newspaper. I was VERY tempted to go with that but you will be proud of me– I didn’t. (Thinking of getting a PRESS button for next time though.)
There was a quite tall sunflower. The Fair employee explained that it was of record-breaking height, either 14 feet or 16 feet tall, I can’t remember (I didn’t have my journalist notebook with me).
She said it took four people to carry it in.
She said it had lasted much better than all the more mundane-sized sunflowers and pointed out how its stalk was still green and vital looking.
It was without question a royal sunflower.
It did look a little like it had been sent to stand in the corner, maybe for finally wilting. (Did they think it would last forever, or what?)
We went to the big arena and watched competitions between people riding Western. And later there were people riding English, and then people in tiny two-wheeled carts pulled by very small ponies, like you might drive to Trader Joe’s if you just needed say a bottle of wine or some fresh mushrooms.
It was an amazing day.
Here, in conclusion, is something from my own end-of-summer garden.
It’s a pumpkin grown from the seed that my friend Cindy brought back from France a couple of years ago. The variety has something to do with becoming Cinderalla’s carriage. (Personally I would like to turn it into an electric car.)
I can’t read the French information on the seed packet so I can’t tell you a lot more, but (even though it is French) I think of it as my Salvador Dali pumpkin. (I’m very excited about its potential as a jack-o-lantern.)