Prizes and a calming cup of tea.
Just after 4pm on Sunday I returned to the Farm City Fair to see the judging for the Harvest Competition - they told us it would go down between 4 and 5. But when I got there the awning was being folded up and stowed away. Rain. No vegetables were out, no people, just packing up Greenthumbers who said, You're too late.
I found the head wrangler, wrapped in a rain poncho, and she said that they'd done the judging at 2 because of the rain.
The good news was that I'd won three blue ribbons for the crops that were nowhere to be seen: for Best Tasting Tomato - the little yellow cherry beat the big red ones, Best Rose, and Heaviest Squash. Harri's cucuzza was entered in - and won - The Longest Squash category, so luckily my squash did not have to compete with his. And I got second place for Flowers and Bountiful Basket (now empty, had I mentioned that? - no red no black no yellow cherries, no red no yellow peppers, no eggplant that took weeks to ripen on the roof, sob) and fruit, for my strawberries (a canteloupe won).
I wish I could have taken pictures and seen the judging, and met the other gardeners, sniff.
I was told that it is normal for vegetables to be adopted by firstcomers but that if I really wanted them I could get them back?
So there it is.
I have ribbons. They have the crops.
Competition is fickle.
Clearly I have issues with letting go. And ownership.
I'd be a horrible Communist. Or Buddhist.
I know, I'm whingeing. Does that make me a Libertarian?
Whaddaya want, the ribbons or the vegetables?
I want, I want....I want it ALL!