The Parade: Ault: Weld County's Oasis
I took dozens of photos, so I thought a collage would tell the story of day: The VFW always opens the parade with our veterans; there are always a lot of horses, cheerleaders, old cars, tractors, floats with kids throwing candy, old machinery, oh and my family on the other side of the street. In the center is the old school house where I began my teaching career--my classroom was in the basement, lower left. One school superintendent wanted to raze the building, but the community fought fought back, saving the building. It has been declared an historical building and with the help of grants it was restored to its original glory and today houses the middle-schoolers. After the parade, everyone heads to the old gym--where dad and his daughters played basketball, volley ball, and had gym classes. This year the entries were slim. Some years are like that. There is always a spectacular quilt display; these quits are not entered in the competition. If they were, Lady Bug wouldn't stand a chance.
And the Results are:
My entries: The Cosmos: one blue, one red. The sun flowers: one blue one, one red. Stargazer Lily: blue. The egg plant, grand champion. Cucumbers, red. Green pepper, blue. My beautiful stargazer was bedazzled by a beautiful hibiscus. There were only two quilts entered in competition. The lady bug came in second. The brown quilt won grand champion and rightfully so. It's corners met perfectly.
We had egg plant for supper. The head gardener didn't care for it.
Sunday, the Ault fire department, an all volunteer fire and rescue unit, serves pancakes for breakfast and gives kids a ride on the big fire truck:
Jacob loves the adventure; little brother Nathan is not so sure. When I asked his mom if he liked his ride (he is a child of few words--well, he is only 2 only has a few words), she said he was more excited to get to feed the chickens.
But the real winner of this story is Shorty. After all the excitement of the Fall Festival, we went to our other daughter's house to celebrate little Lucy's 3rd birthday. When we got home at dusk, we were milling around the front of the house. We noticed a man walking down the road calling "Shorty." My husband went out to the road to talk to him. He had one of his antique machines on display; he no doubt was from out of town too. Fireworks wore exploded to announce the beginning of the dance in the park. His little shelty Shorty got so scared that he wiggled out of his harness and ran away. My heart ached for the guy. He had lost his dog. Scared dogs run and run and sometimes are never found.
Sunday morning we headed for breakfast and as we drove past the school just down the street from our drive way, I saw a little shelty pacing the school yard fence. The little guy was in the school yard; he had probably spent the night there in the safety of chain link fence. We immediately drove over to the the old machinery display. Participants were packing up. Was Shorty's "dad" still there? I asked a man if he knew who had lost his dog and told we had seen the dog.
Short and his owner were reunited. We stuck around just long enough to make sure that the reunion was a happy one, and indeed it was. I just could not imagine having to leave town leaving my little dog behind.
My grandmother was a nationally accredited flower show judge. She used to help me create little flower arrangements to enter in the Lakewood (Colorado) Garden Club flower show. I wish I knew more, grew more, did more with flowers. It's just fun. I think, however, I would drive myself crazy if I nurtured, pampered, and fused over trying to grow the prefect flower to win a silly old ribbon. Knowing my luck it would get hailed on and ruined. It's just fun to put yourself out there, to participate, to have fun. Next year you should pick your very best bloom and enter it in your local fair--just for the heck of it.
I think I will plant my gladiolas earlier next year. There weren't any glads on display.