Dropped Kiddo off in Groton yesterday and headed up to Fort Hill Farms in Thompson, CT for their First Annual Blueberry and Bluegrass Blast. What a beautiful farm. We didn't take the wagon rides nor climb to the top of the towers to see the growing corn maze or the views of three states, nor did we visit the animals, nor gardens but we did stay under the tent to listen to Blackstone Valley Bluegrass play through three sets. That was so good. I've rarely had the pleasure of sitting so close to musicians having a grand old time singing and picking. Very versatile guys who clearly enjoy putting on a show. I ate my free red, white and moo ice-cream with blueberry sauce before I cajoled Puppy's Pop to go to the Fort Hill Store to get me a huge scoop of vanilla with more blueberry sauce. It took him a long time but he did return before the second set with my bowl and one for himself of chocolate chip chocolate. I now have a new place to go for my ice cream snacks and the next time I plan on walking all around the farm. I was so impressed with the work the Orr's have put into their farm. They seem like a young couple, maybe in their late thirties, early forties. They love the land and their work. All in all a superior day.
Quote: The earth is a stage which God and nature do with actors fill. __Heywood
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