Wednesday, July 09, 2014

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.

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From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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