It is that time of the year again.
County Fair time.
I asked Housekeeper how her garden grew (please no jokes) and she told me. It seems she’s lost the grass hopperboth battle for the year. Them and rain has wiped her out. We talked a bit longer and she said she wouldn’t be judging this year, either.
The past year, she related, she saw several people submit store bought fruits and veggies to be judged as their own grown. She finally realized what kind of competition she’d been facing with her honest entries all of these years.
After thinking about it, she did say that the receiving/registering committee didn’t have the responsibility of rejecting entries, onlcarey getting them to the tables for judging. The judges would do the rejections.
Still, it bothered her enough she didn’t really care about her garden this year.
It’s really bad to see a person as competitive as she just give up.
Besides, I’m not in line for any veggies this year. Just two sugar cookies from the church for tilling the garden for them, and that garden being designated as a community garden. Which idea makes me twitch a mite, now and then.
From the reaches,