It's a quarter to four in the morning and I am wide awake. Not because I want to be, it's just so hot in the house tonight. If you have a wood burning stove you understand. You start a fire in it because it's a little chilly. It feels so good when you first start it. Just takes the chill off. Then you throw a few sticks of wood on for the night thinking it will get colder. But, ooooooooooh no, it doesn't get cooler it gets warmer. Now I'm setting here with the doors and windows open trying to get some cool air in from outside. The weather is hard to predict this time of year.
Anyway, nothing really exciting has happened around here. I canned 11 quarts of apple butter a few days ago. It came out pretty good, but I think it needs more cinnamon. I will put more in the next batch. I make it in a big turkey roaster. It's soooooo easy that way.
This is what Hubby has been up to lately. I just love when a man does manual labor. lol.He has a lot cut and split. I look for it to be a hard winter so he is making sure we have enough.
Two weeks ago, we decided to go to an herb festival that had been advertised for some time now. It rained hard the night before. So when we arrived, they were having people park miles down the road, and they would bus you in. They had an old school bus driving back and forth delivering people to and from the festival. They also had a tractor pulling a big buggy full of people back and forth to their cars. We found what seemed to be a nice place to park. We paid our 5 dollars(yes 5 dollars to park) and started to go back into the field where everyone else was parking. Hubby asked the man taking the money if the ground was to soft to park there. We had out little Honda Civic(to save on gas,it was an hour drive to get there)and we didn't want to get stuck. "No problem," the man said,"Just follow that truck going in there and don't stop." Me and Hubby looked at each other and thought,"Okay, if you say so." Well, this is what happened. We got stuck.
Not only did we get stuck, but the white car got stuck. And if you look in the back ground, you will see another car that got stuck. The man just kept bringing in more cars and more cars kept getting stuck. It was the slimy clay mud.I know it doesn't look like much in this picture, but, it was like trying to drive on ice. The ground affects on the car was touching the mud. Notice how deep the white car had sunk. We asked the ladies in the car if they had talked to the guy taking the money. They told us that he had someone on the way. That was a 1/2 hour ago. So Hubby went to talk to the man himself. He was blaming Hubby for stopping his car. He said that was the reason we got stuck. I say the reason we stopped the car was BECAUSE we were stuck. People now a days.
Anyways, the cavalry finally came in the form of this big dump truck full of wood shavings.
This guy hooked a chain onto the cars and pulled them out. (And yes, that is an Amish driving the bobcat)
By the time we were pulled out, the festival was closed for the day. We were not happy campers. We did get out 5 dollars back though. We sat in front of his gates until he gave it back to us. (Yes, I'm a little bull headed)
But the next day, I had calmed down some and talked( tricked) Hubby back into going again. I really wanted to see all the herb stuff. So this time, we took the truck. Yes the gas mileage was horrible, but we were not going to get stuck this time. By the time we got there, a lot of the mud had dried up. We could have taken the car. Once again we paid our 5 dollars and went into the festival(which was held at some guy's farm)The flier that we saw said there would be 150 vendors. AAAAhhh yea. There might have been 50. Three out of those 50 had something to do with herbs. The rest were selling food or crafts or antiques. Don't get me wrong, I like those things too. But, I wouldn't have come back for crafts and antiques.(Well maybe the food, but that's a whole other issue that I have. lol)NO HERBS! Why call it an "herb festival" if you aren't going to have herbs? I guess we learned our lesson.
So until later....
Small Farm Girl, Mud Runner.
P.S. I'm going back to bed now.