Tuesday morning we awoke to the most glorious Harvest moon.
The morning mist was heavy on the fields.
It was a perfect day to attend the Fryeburg Fair.
The Fryeburg Fair is Maine's largest agricultural fair located on 180 acres in Fryeburg Maine. The first fair was held in October 1885. Originally nine Maine towns were included, with six New Hampshire towns added in 1888. The fair grounds are home to 100 permanent buildings and over 3,000 camping sites. Currently, about 300,000 attend the fair annually.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
A RAINY FALL DAY
The view outside my kitchen window this morning said it all; rain.
The flower garden appeared happy.
Winslow, well he decided to go back to bed.
I decided to get out a few more fall decorations. I fell for this festive witch plate discovered last year at Marshall's.
Some "primitive friends" I hooked a few years ago.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
CUMBERLAND FAIR PART~TWO
what more could a gal ask for. Well maybe a reduction in price, this pretty lady was $27,000 plus. I guess I'll just have to put it on my wish list.
When first introduced to llamas I had an owner of a llama farm come inspect our property. I wanted to make sure it would meet the llama's needs. We did pass inspection and almost made the step. However, it just was not the right time. When you invest in llamas you need two or more and they are costly, but in my opinion worth every penny. Someday I hope to make my dream come true.
This week we are off to the Fryeburg Fair also known as the Blue Ribbon Classic. This fair is the largest agricultural fair held in the State of Maine. Some years the weather is warm and short sleeve shirts are fine, other years you adorn long underwear and layer up. Maine has a saying "if you don't like the weather wait a minute and it will change." I'll keep you posted.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
CUMBERLAND FAIR~PART ONE
Yesterday my husband and I attended the Cumberland Fair, a small agricultural fair located in Cumberland Maine. This year the fair is held from September 27th through October 3rd with an expected attendance of 50,000.
A farmer works from sun up till sun down 365 days a year. This poster says it all.
Due to a wet growing season the squash and pumpkins entrants were down. Typically there are 40 or more entrants and among those one or two pumpkins will weigh in at 1,000 pounds or more. This year there were two dozen entrants and the winner was Al Berard with a pumpkin weight of 896.5 pounds. The world record holder for largest pumpkin is Joe Jutrus of Rhode Island with a pumpkin weight of 1,689 pounds.
A pair of oxen giving me the evil eye. We owned a pair of steers when our sons were young. I actually was the one who wanted them, we adopted them from the dairy farm down the road. I believe as we left their driveway the Parson boys were laughing at me. (What does an island girl know about farming) Well, it was fun until they became massive in weight and size. Oh, they would become loose and wander over to the clothes line and eat my laundry. During the Christmas holiday Rocky and Bullwinkle would eat the pine wreaths that were adorning our doors. It took that experience for me to understand why cows need magnets in their stomach's.
For now I am sticking with poultry. Once I spied these FrizzlesI fell for them. Yes sirree. They appear to have a bad hair day going on 24/7/365- just my kind of gals. 
Oh, and than you have the Polish. They seem to have big personalities to go along with the large crown of feathers they sport. ( As well as being very vocal)
Fancy Silkies and Sultans which were rather reserved and regal.
This lovely lady reminded me of Cruella De ville from the 101 Dalmatians movie. What do you think.


I was considering bringing this big fella home (I bet he would put Winslow Homer in his proper place) but somebody beat me to him.
And look at this boy, a handsome Buff Orpington.I bet he don't take no S*** if you know what I mean.
Well, now I know what a spur looks like up close and personal. After viewing all the poultry( many times around the barn) I dare say I do NOT have a rooster. I keep telling myself, I do not have a rooster, I do not have a rooster.
I think I need to check legs one more time!
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