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Flower Girl

May I present to you the first ever example of a preschool Styrofoam-cup-planted sunflower actually blooming. This sunflower survived being squashed by the dog, battered by wind and deprived of water. For a while, it laid flat on the ground until we propped it up and miraculously the damaged leaves and shoot were replaced. It finally bloomed this morning. Our next school-based horticultural challenge: growing an apple tree from the half that comes home in a plastic bag with a damp paper towel.

County Fair Preview

Aside from that day Uncle Wendell almost drowned in the manure pit, there is no more exciting time on a family farm than the county fair. There are hides to be washed, coats to be trimmed, equipment to locate--and then after the kids are ready, we have to start preparing the animals. This year, once again , our family is packing up an extensive collection of entries, including 10 amateur photos, 9 decorated cupcakes, 8 crossbred pigs, 7 types of snacks, six geese a laying (not really), FIVE CHANGES OF CLOTHES, four cases of pop, three 4-H posters, two dairy heifers and one scarecrow dressed like a post man. Whew. Take a sneak peek above at our decorated cupcakes (flamingo, gold fish and apples). We did a trial run last week and discovered that pink melting wafers a) don't really taste that good and b) cook rather than melt in the microwave. We also expect that since I had trouble finding them, by the law of motherhood, every store I visit for the next year will be selling circus

Year of the Pink Boots

A few weeks ago, at that other state fair, Morgan and I snuck off and bought some beautiful pink boots. Since then, she's been anxiously waiting for another opportunity to wear them. This weekend we headed out to the Indiana State Fair--with free tickets I won from two great Indiana farm bloggers. While Husband and the boys stuck around the hog barn to watch the show (we decided not to bring any of our own pigs this time), Morgan and I ventured out to see the sights. We were really excited to get some free ice cream, courtesy of this giant cow. There's nothing we like better than visiting the State Fair and hanging out with fake Holsteins . Thank goodness this giant farmer couple was available to clean up after her. You can see the wife looks a little miffed that the husband is making her sleep in the barn, but you know those dairy people, they camp out. You should see the size of the crockpot she brought for their dinner. All in all it was a great day of pink boot

County Fair - Win Some Tickets!

In my role as Rural Life correspondent for DaytonMostMetro.com , I get to help promote one of downtown Dayton's oldest and most fun (my opinion) events. Enter here to win a carload pass to the Montgomery County Fair , September 1-6. Come see us. We'll be there all week. I'll be the one with three filthy children--and lots of ribbons.

They've Gone and Ruined Poop Day

Political correctness has gone and ruined Poop Day. One of the earliest posts on this blog was about the annual Poop Day in our town--an event wherein farmers bring fecal samples (of their farm animals, of course) to the local grain elevator to be evaluated for parasites. It's the social event of the season around here. You can imagine my disappointment when Husband received his invitation this week: Parasite Evalution Clinic? BORING. We want our Poop Day back! Can the event really be the same now that political correctness has run amok in our annual Poop Day festivities? Oh look, hamburgers and drinks will be provided--now THAT'S a Parasite Evaluation Clinic I can get behind. Maybe not behind.

'Round the Block: Straight talk from two women just like you who have been there and done that

Bloggers Megan of Soy Boy Mama and Holly of Bringing Home the Bacon have survived growing up in the '80s, college, graduate school, married life, motherhood and the corporate jungle. They want you to know breastfeeding boobs are workin' boobs, but they won't be that way forever. (Although you might not recognize them at first ... without a baby attached ... and you'll have to look lower ... no, lower ... little lower ... there.) Holly : Did I mention that I live in a farm house where the conditions, especially in the summer, are only two steps above Little House on the Prairie (indoor plumbing is step one, not having to sleep with a hat on is step two). My point is that it is HOT here and my computer is in a room with a giant window facing west. It is damn hot and yet I am blogging anyway. This is the level of dedication I have to this column and to my dear friend Megan. While I wait for pa to finish the chores, I want to share with you some of the feedback we'

State Fair 101

I mentioned recently that we were heading out to the Ohio State Fair and many of you wished us well. This year I tried to take some photos of the work that goes into a state fair visit, because for us, there's very little eating of cotton candy (although last year we did have some fun  milking a fake cow).  When we arrive at the fair, we back the trailer into the barn to unload the pigs. This involves Husband skillfully backing the trailer and me not helping at all, unless you count when I let the truck hit a guard rail. Husband enters the trailer and opens each pen to unload the pigs one by one directly from the trailer into their pen, which has already been bedded with wood chips (like their cousins the guinea pig). After the pigs are unloaded we get the rest of our gear and stow in an empty pen. I am a veteran farm wife and so I know that everything needs to be about six inches from the edge of the gate in case a pig with a long nose gets put in the next pen. After unloading

Dayton's Hottest Armpits

My latest contribution to Dayton Most Metro. I confess to being a very hot environmentalist.