"And God saw that it was good..."
“The world looks like something God had just imaged for his own pleasure, doesn't it?”
Anne of Green Gables
Mornings at The Fair
Along the road are white picket fences lining the fields with farmhouses as backdrops, it is as if they mark the way towards the fair.
Autumns’ cool breeze blows in the air and smells like fresh sun and morning mist.
Geese fly overhead as breakfast is being served near trailers parked side by side with steer and oxen feeding from their pales.
Abby, a blue healer, walks with her young owner, a sweet girl with cowboy boots on. Together they stroll along the well-worn trails that pass by barns full of animals.
Mr. Webster and his crew arrange their sheep in pens and visit with the early morning folks as 4H youth clean and brush their beloved show entries.
I boy dressed in a crisp white shirt stands in a doorway with his goat on a leash as a cow turns its head to look at them and moos.
The piglets are asleep but later they will fill the show arena with loud squealing in a race for peanut butter sandwiches that will leave onlookers laughing.
In the Entertainment Building antique tractors are being moved and positioned behind ropes and The Main office is open with friendly faces for poster and hat purchases.
Food booths are lined up around The Exhibition Hall and down the Mid-Way overlooking the racetrack. Hotdogs, fried dough, burgers, pizza, and candy apples are all on their window menus and the grandeur of the Ferris Wheel sits front and center.
The Sugar House with cotton candy and maple syrup awaits the general public’s indulgence.
Dedicated life-long judges, announcers, and laborers at the pulling arena sip their coffee and rake the dirt in preparation for the day’s events.
Everywhere water sprays, filling buckets, as pitchforks move hay and wood chips around cattle stales.
The gentleman in the Blacksmith Building opens his worn leather book, makes a note and then organizes his tools. Soon he will light his fire to heat iron to demonstrate with his hammer how metals are bent and cut.
Elizabeth drives by on a golfcart, she waves and says hello to me as I look over towards the majestic draft horses out exercising and warming up their muscles.
Tears fill my eyes and the words ‘Get er done’ come to the surface of my mind as I witness all that is heartfelt and good.
Along the road are white picket fences lining the fields with farmhouses as backdrops, it is as if they mark the way towards the fair.
Autumns’ cool breeze blows in the air and smells like fresh sun and morning mist.
Geese fly overhead as breakfast is being served near trailers parked side by side with steer and oxen feeding from their pales.
Abby, a blue healer, walks with her young owner, a sweet girl with cowboy boots on. Together they stroll along the well-worn trails that pass by barns full of animals.
Mr. Webster and his crew arrange their sheep in pens and visit with the early morning folks as 4H youth clean and brush their beloved show entries.
I boy dressed in a crisp white shirt stands in a doorway with his goat on a leash as a cow turns its head to look at them and moos.
The piglets are asleep but later they will fill the show arena with loud squealing in a race for peanut butter sandwiches that will leave onlookers laughing.
In the Entertainment Building antique tractors are being moved and positioned behind ropes and The Main office is open with friendly faces for poster and hat purchases.
Food booths are lined up around The Exhibition Hall and down the Mid-Way overlooking the racetrack. Hotdogs, fried dough, burgers, pizza, and candy apples are all on their window menus and the grandeur of the Ferris Wheel sits front and center.
The Sugar House with cotton candy and maple syrup awaits the general public’s indulgence.
Dedicated life-long judges, announcers, and laborers at the pulling arena sip their coffee and rake the dirt in preparation for the day’s events.
Everywhere water sprays, filling buckets, as pitchforks move hay and wood chips around cattle stales.
The gentleman in the Blacksmith Building opens his worn leather book, makes a note and then organizes his tools. Soon he will light his fire to heat iron to demonstrate with his hammer how metals are bent and cut.
Elizabeth drives by on a golfcart, she waves and says hello to me as I look over towards the majestic draft horses out exercising and warming up their muscles.
Tears fill my eyes and the words ‘Get er done’ come to the surface of my mind as I witness all that is heartfelt and good.
