A chance to sleep in a bit. Breakfast at our weekend diner where the waitresses know Adrian’s order (2-2-2: 2 eggs, 2 sausage, 2 bacon + home fries) down to the toast (English muffin, natch). We walked the calories off with a walk on the trails, playing crab-apple-fetch with Oliver.
I spent several hours in the garden, taming the jungle. The weeds and the cucumber vines were starting to intimidate me so I needed to take control. And look what I found.
A bazillion cucumbers. They’re beautiful. But I was supposed to harvest them small so I could pickle them whole. Oops. But there are many multiples still to come so I’ll be more diligent. And I’m going to see if our local food shelf takes fresh veggies so these don’t go to waste.
Then, late afternoon and dinner at the fair. Addison County Fair and Field Days. Adrian’s fire department works the final night of the fair, 6am to 6pm. So we went a little before his shift started to wander around together. This was my childhood county fair and it’s strange to be going back as an adult. My favorite parts are still the 4-H barns with all the cows and the children’s barnyard.
Tonight’s big event is the tractor pull. I left before the semi cabs ran the course with all their lights flashing in the dark. But I saw the actual tractors, albeit with souped up engines, and the pickup trucks do their runs in front of a packed crowd.
I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. I always love the fair and fair activities. So I don’t know why I’m surprised. The baby was kicking away like crazy, no doubt because of the noise. But who knows, maybe we have a future tractor-puller in the making!
Nothing exciting, nothing newsworthy, but a perfect kind of a day. The kind of day that summers are made of.