The pumpkins came home from the fair last night.
For the remainder of the fall, they will enjoy a place of honor with our antique manure spreader in the front yard.
Another giant pumpkin, almost a twin to this one, will move from the pumpkin patch to the front yard.
They'll sit on a lower brace on the manure spreader while my "Best of Show" pumpkin occupies the throne. The ribbons will go inside.
It seems fitting to place these beauties on a manure spreader since they're manure-pile pumpkins, all from one seed.
The plant, which covers the entire manure pile and then some is still nurturing several other fruits of various sizes.
So, there will be plenty of pumpkin bread this winter, and I may give a few away.
Before leaving the fair last night, I enjoyed a nice visit with my "pumpkin competition," Garry Bristow.
We've agreed to start a competitive tradition at all future fairs as long as we're both able to plant seeds and help things grow.
It's always good to leave one fair brimming with enthusiasm for next year's edition.
And, so our 2012 fair has ended.
Lots of hustle and bustle last night as folks grabbed last-minute visits, picked up their exhibits, accepted premium money and headed out into the night, exhausted.
Sunday after the fair always marks the beginning of another major "transition week" for the year.
On my morning walk, much of which took me right down the center of Selle Road, I noted the deafening quiet, except for the wind.
During that entire half hour or so, not one car came by.
The hectic pace of our "squeeze-it-all-in-as-much-as-you-can" summer has come to a momentary halt on this morning as folks take a breath before transitioning into fall and school and different schedules and gradual onset of more darkness.
As for me, I'll turn into a grandmother again with grandpuppies coming five days a week.
My sisters will be busier than ever, as they always are during the school year. So, the fun we've had with pups and horses and outdoor trips will end.
Quiet will come, but busYness of fall on the farm will keep me hopping. Maybe I'll find some time to ride my horses.
Whatever the case, another summer has breezed by all too quickly, and on this transition week, much must be done to prepare for the next chapter of our seasonal journeys.
The beat goes on.
Happy Sunday.
1 comment:
Love pumpkins! What a beauty!
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