Americana At Its Finest

I love going to the fair. Sure, it smells of animals and greasy fair food, but I do so enjoy it.

Last night we found ourselves at the Hardin County fair, here in rural Ohio.

The Friday night air of early September, was crisp, even a tad bit chilly.

It definitely felt like Fall is just around the corner…waiting just a few more weeks before bursting on the scene with all its fiery glory.

My husband and I spent time at our church’s booth, meeting and greeting people, sharing bubble gum, balloons, and Jesus.

The kids walked around the fairgrounds for a couple of hours, amidst the blinking lights, animal barns, and food booths.

We all agreed that if it can be deep fried and on a stick, people will eat it at the fair.

Americana at it’s finest.