The perennials have bloomed their last, the lily and hosta stalks are more and more brown each day, and the catnip is more silver than green these days. Yes Friends, my favorite perennial beds are nearly spent. However, the annuals I sprinkled here and there have taken up the slack. And the big patch of sunflowers? I’m predicting quite a spectacle in about three days!
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The old song. Rogers and Hammerstein. Anyone?
We’re going to the New York State Fair in about a week and a half. Can’t wait! Carnival rides? Animal and agricultural exhibits? Old-timey reenactments? A haunted house? Tents featuring local foods? Visit, hell. I might just move in. I used to totally do the whole all-the-rides thing, but as I’m sure many others have learned, age is now preventing me from going on anything that spins or goes in a circle. Especially if it’s going fast. I’ll still totally do rollercoasters, ferris wheels, haunted houses, halls of mirrors, and water rides though. Awesome.
I’ve never been to a state fair. I generally find the county fairs small and boring, so I’m awfully excited about the super-sized version. I was looking at the exhibits and schedules, and I started taking down a list of things I can’t miss. (Luckily, someone whose name starts with “Mere” and ends with “dith” who we’re going to be visiting in Syracuse, has a very similar list to mine.) And I suppose, to be fair, a lot of the things on my list are sort of quick walk-throughs or short look-ats. Hey, what would be on the top of your list for your state fair?
This is my Short List …
- 18th century farm life demos in the Agricultural Museum
- The barns … can’t miss the Ag & Livestock shows!
- Empire State Theatre & Musical Instrument Museum … with Organ Recitals!
- Pie, jam, jelly, cakes, et al
- The Dairy Barn – New York State milk for cheap, and local cheese!
- The Haunted House
- The (Landmarked) Horticulture House, exhibits of NYS native flora
- International Exhibit – Empanadas, Bratwurst, Tempura, Baklava …
- Iroquois Village – Including gifts, food, traditional crafts for the Six Nations
- Petting Zoo. They have a giraffe. ‘Nuff said.
- Pride of New York General Store – Featuring only NYS items
The list is already long! This doesn’t even include whatever few rides we might want to avail ourselves of. Well, one thing’s for sure. There’s no way I’m going to miss the life size butter and cheese sculptures!
Albeit a little early.
I’m looking out the kitchen window, thinking about tomorrow’s cooler temps, and daydreaming over my bowl of batter. The summer lilies have lost their bloom, and the maples are already turning. It’s at this point that I realize – perhaps fully, for the first time – what The Harvest means. For me, anyhow.
I’m putting a batch of zucchini bread in the oven, and I’ll be making another tomorrow. Zukes abound in these parts. I took an enormous salad (homegrown lettuce, parsley, basil, tomatoes, onions, boiled eggs from the hens) to a gathering at a neighbor’s home last week. Our church hall sports bushels full of gorgeous vegetables each Sunday. Workplace desks around town are fairly loaded with squash and lettuce.
This is one of my favorite things about living in a place full of gardeners – the sharing. Of course, this is all part of something larger – the rural/small town tradition of lending-a-hand and being neighborly. Of truly being in a place with each other. I think the late Summer and early Fall sharing season brings that collective way of life into very clear focus.
My neighbor just gave me some huge zukes, which combined with some flour, sugar, spices, and fresh eggs will become zucchini bread for our Wine Night tomorrow evening. (We all bring a wine we want the others to try.) I’m going to make him an extra loaf of bread to take home. That’s a pretty nifty metaphor to boil it all down to.
“Give me a few of those zukes, neighbor; and I’ll make you dessert. And we’ll have some wine.”
You have a great day too!
I’ll admit that I really dislike exercise in a fairly considerable way.
But I love swimming. Why did it take me so long to realize that swimming is exercise? I have no idea. And in this part of the Northern Adirondacks, there’s no shortage of swimming opportunities. When one friend invited me to the-pond-that-shall-not-be-named, and then another friend suggested exactly the same pond, I decided to call it fate. We have dozens of awesome swimming holes within five miles of our place. But this one is super, super close. Less than two miles from home. Needless to say, I’ve been down at the pond three-days-out-of-three so far.
It’s little. If you had ten people on the landing/beach, it would be seriously crowded. But usually, you’re the only one there. The proximity is a lot of the attraction with this particular site, but I also like it because it’s fairly hidden, a bit of a secret, because it’s more sandy than mucky, and because the short walk down to the pond is just as much of a treat as the water.
I don’t like seaweed and muck, so the fact that the tiny entrance “beach” has a sandy bottom is a big plus. Of course, it tuns to goop a little ways out, but by then, you can’t touch the bottom much anyway. The water has been awesome – nice and warm, with a cool current coming past every now and then. Even after the storm we had yesterday, the water was still super warm.
I suppose I’ll soon be getting to the point where I want a little more of a challenge than swimming 75 feet across the pond and back, but for now, it’s just enough of a swim for me. I do two or three back-and-forth laps each time I go.
Hey, look! That’s me out there!
I totally caught the February Fidgets. It’s not much of an illness, as illnesses g0, but it’s plenty irritating. I didn’t realize the dormant bug lies in wait inside photos from previous Summers. And then when you’re looking at those old Summer photos – gotcha!
I honestly thought I had a sort of natural immunity. I’m fine with Winter – doesn’t really bother me at all. I’m totally into Winter Carnival. I actually like snow. Cold isn’t much of a problem. I thought perhaps it was just me – but it’s a downright outbreak. As I am writing this post, Amy is talking about starting sprouts, and Todd (who is an awesome guy) just mentioned on NCPR that we have 41 days until the Spring Equinox.
Perhaps most of us are catching it. Ergo, here are a few scenes from around our place that I can hardly wait to see again.