Close enough …!  I am thinking of the Blueberry Festival which we attended at the Windy Acres Farm in Geneva Sunday afternoon.  The Festival was an immersive experience, as festivals must be.  Present at a festival, once more I am reminded that I am not alone.  Others are raising families, introducing children to the wide world, that life is work AND appreciation of our participation in Natures bounty.  The Srail family, owners of Windy Acres know how to throw a party!

The photos tell a story, showing the produce, and some of the packaged goodness coming from the collaboration of sunlight, soil, rain and mindful cultivation.  Is it possible to have a party without music?  I do not know but I am certain that music is a key component of celebration.

Hearing, seeing the band working from a distance, I noted the individual playing lead guitar wore a John Deer logo T shirt.  The shirt, not unusual at all on a farm, somehow didn’t seem to fit with my notion of Rock N Roll which I love.  I suspected that country music would be on offer for the day.  To my delight the band was holding forth with tune after tune of bluesy Rock.  We sat for approximately an hour under the big tent, — soaking up the anchor rhythm of the drums, the layering thrum of the bass guitar, and not one, but two lead guitar’s plaintive cry…

My Leinie’s Summer Shandy never tasted better!

 

What tune is apt to get us through a Monday?  May I suggest this one is perfect!  Me And You And A Dog Named Boo by Lobo from 1971 fits in so many ways…

Me And You And A Dog Named Boo

By Lobo

I remember to this day
The bright red Georgia clay
And how it stuck to the tires
After the summer rain
Will power made that old car go
A woman’s mind told me that so
Oh how I wish
We were back on the road again

Me and you and a dog named boo
Travellin’ and livin’ off the land
Me and you and a dog named boo
How I love being a free man

I can still recall
The wheat fields of St. Paul
And the morning we got caught
Robbing from an old hen
Old McDonald he made us work
But then he paid us for what it was worth
Another tank of gas
And back on the road again

I’ll never forget the day
We motored stately into big L.A.
The lights of the city put settlin’
Down in my brain
Though it’s only been a month or so
That old car’s buggin’ us to go
We’ve gotta get away and get back on
The road again

Lyrics by Kent LaVoie