Yes, it is another late Saturday blog post, but at least it is prior to whatever time I was posting last Sunday (don’t remember, but it was later than this). I had a wonderful time yesterday, but it was such a lot of car time to get to it! Worth every mile, but it wore me out.
Not the best lighting, but you can read it, I think.
My parents, sister Cheryl, and I went to Geneva, NY, to the Inspire Moore Winery, to hear Big Blue House. What a great band! What a beautiful setting!
My pictures of the band didn’t come out so great, either.
When we arrived, a guest artist had joined them for a couple of numbers. I stupidly did not write down his name, but I loved his harmonica and vocals.
At one point, a guy in the band reminded us that the open space in front of the band was there for a reason. He didn’t have to tell me twice! I got up and started dancing. If Steven had been there, he would have gotten up, too, so I guess I was dancing for the both of us. I was soon joined by three other ladies, and we all four loved it.
After they sat down, another song I couldn’t resist played and I was dancing by myself again. An older man started crossing the area, and I danced around him, thanking him for dancing with me. He said he was looking for his wife and did not bust a move, but I think he was amused. Later I saw him slow dancing with his wife. When they finished, I went over and said, “Sure, you wouldn’t dance with me!” We had a nice conversation.
Just to share another picture of the winery.
I had other conversations with other people, including a couple cousins and my sister Vicki, who had driven up from Pennsylvania with her husband. I also tasted some wine and enjoyed a glass of dry Rose (how embarrassing that I do not know how to put the accent on the e).
Lots of gorgeous scenery.
The afternoon came to an abrupt end with a loud rumble of thunder. The musicians quickly unplugged their instruments. The downpour started almost immediately. One aspect of my personality which I particularly enjoy is that I laugh at bad weather. When I am getting rained or snowed on, I find myself laughing. I laughed as Dad and I walked to the car. We drove back to pick up Cheryl and Mom,
I was happy to finally make it back to Herkimer, although I felt too tired to articulate a blog post. However, I think I did OK with it this morning. Or do I flatter myself?
Mohawk Valley Girl 