Flickering Flames

We’ve been so busy all summer, it’s been hard to fit relaxing moments in, and even harder to fit in time to share with neighbours and friends.  Thank goodness for the changing seasons, allowing us to change our pace, slow it down a little.

Thanks FOR having us over!   Great FIRE… FOOD …and FELLOWSHIP with  FRIENDS on a FALL…FRIDAY nite

That was the message a friend sent after we had a couple of neighbouring families over to share a campfire this weekend.  We cooked most of the food in or on the fire:  baked potatoes, veggie kebabs, corn, baked apples and s’mores.  We also had sausage dogs, hot apple cider and hot chocolate.  Everyone was so stuffed we just sat peacefully around the fire, chatting, telling stories, and flame gazing.

In fact, it was so relaxing, I think one person almost fell asleep.

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The Fair

…is over for another year. Around here, the fair rings out the old year and brings in the new. It’s a long weekend, because of Labour Day, and school starts the next day. It’s like a giant party celebrating the end of summer, and kids make the most of it.

Monday, 5 days before the Fair starts

Monday, midway trucks arriving

This was the 145th year for our fair, touted as the oldest continously held agricultural fair in Western Canada. It’s a big deal, too – upwards of 45,000 people go through the gates over the three days. It is run by the Agricultural Society, of which we are members, and it takes about 8 months to prepare for the 3 days. We do our bit on clean up work bees, selling raffle tickets, etc. Because we’re involved in Girl Guides, we also help out at the Scout/Guide concession booth, which sells hot dogs, hamburgers, beef on a bun, and corn on the cob.  But the fair also has a few paid employees who work year round to maintain the grounds, handle rentals, and keep things ticking over.  And many volunteers put in way more time than we do.

We all love the fair, my brother most of all – this year, as President of the Society, he spent all his waking hours up there, and we caught glimpses of him occasionally whipping past on his Kubota, on his way to solve some problem.  We always spend virtually the whole weekend up at the fair, coming home in the afternoon each day to cool off, rest our feet and do chores before heading up for the evening entertainment and some mini donuts.  We are able to do this because we live right across from the fair grounds. For most of the year, this makes for a very quiet neighbour with 70 acres of hay field across the road, and for three days of the year, it means dust, noise, garbage, mayhem and no taking our car anywhere, since the hour long traffic jam down the road to the highway will make it impossible to get home again. It’s a blast.

One of my favourites this year was the 4-H swine showing.  I know it wasn’t funny for the kids or the guys holding the boards, but seriously – showing hogs is not at all like showing sheep – the kid just has a plastic rod to guide the pig with, and a nail brush to scratch it’s back soothingly.  The judge just does his best to get a good look and/or feel of whatever pig is nearest him.  The guys with the boards try to help keep the pigs separate, and they break up fights.  Trying to get the pigs to leave the ring is just as good.

Another fun event was when we got over to the goat barn, and were just in time to watch a dairy class – about 15 goats (much easier to show than pigs -they wear halters and leads), and the judge made her pronouncements and then described why she’d placed them as she had – it turned out to be an udder class – they were only being judged on the quality of their udder, and her descriptions had me in stitches.  Ambling down the commercial section aka “huckster’s row”, we found a local plastic shop demonstrating a small greenhouse kit and a large row cloche, both made out of pvc pipes and clips and heavy duty plastic, and well within our budget.  One of the tents hosted local experts on various agricultural topics.  We sat in on the one by Mike Doehnel, an old family friend, who has become obsessed in adulthood with local grain growing.  Very interesting little talk, and when I checked out the link he gave me that tabulates the results of his seed trials, I was stunned by just how much work he’s done in this field.

Other things we took in:  Sheep shearing demo, 4-H cattle auction, highland dancing, chickens, eggs, jams, huge foot long green beans, an amazing honey bee display (I found the queen), llamas being led through an obstacle course, the lego entries in the junior section.  A Massey Ferguson 35 just like the one we had when I was a kid (this one was in better shape).  Old friends. Langos, hot dogs, strawberries, mini donuts.

Saturday, first day of the fair

Saturday, first day of the fair

Monday, three of us were working in the food booth, and I came home after my 5 hour shift almost unable to stand – plantar fasciitis is back in force.  With my feet up on a chilled rice bag, cup of tea in hand, I watched through the front window as dusk gathered, and the Ferris Wheel was slowly dismantled.  The midway trucks began arriving last Sunday night, started setting up on Tuesday and as soon as the fair closed at 6pm tonight, they started taking down.  By tomorrow noon there will be nothing to show the fair has happened except for the traffic trails all over the parking/hay fields.

And at tomorrow noon, both girls will be back in school for another year.  It was a great summer.

To swim or not to swim

They set the pool up just over a week ago, while I was at work.  We had a week of warm weather, and were checking the temperature daily to see if it was warm enough to go in.  And then last night, for whatever reason, perhaps because of the cooler weather we’ve had the last couple of days, someone said at dinner, “Do you realize we got the pool set up in July and we might not even swim in it until August?”  This could not be allowed, so they all got into their swim togs and went to consider the situation:

And then they checked the thermometer:

I realize it’s a terrible picture, but even so, I’m sure you can tell that it says slightly less than 20 Celcius, perhaps about 18, and that would make it about 65 Fahrenheit.  Sane people would call it a day and go help their Mum with chicken chores, but we’re not entirely sane around here (or perhaps freezing your backside off is better than chores) and they did indeed go in.  For which I have no picture!  Not because the in/out was done at the speed of light (though that’s almost true) but because when people saw the pictures of themselves in bathing suits, they excercised their rights to edit what goes on the blog.  Sorry – you’ll just have to imagine the excruciating faces they made when they got in past their waists.