The Fair is over. We skipped it this year, gave our tix to the Winslows. As much as I dislike it and don’t miss it as an event in itself, as I might with a real harvest fest, I feel a little melancholy when it’s gone.
We rigged a guy wire and string through the corn yesterday afternoon to keep the stalks from falling over. Tassels have started.
I made pesto squares with sun dried tomato tapenade and roast green beans with garlic and almonds for supper last night.
It cooled off substantially from last week’s 90 degree weather. 63 now.