Hi y'all! We're back!
The Blueberry Festival was everything you could hope for in a small town summer celebration…
sweet, sticky, full of good food and good folks.
Of course it was also hotter than seven kinds of hell on earth. I don't think we've fully recovered yet, as evidenced by the fact that no one wants to do a thing but eat popsicles and stand in front of the air conditioner vents.
So now, while I return to my assigned seat under the ceiling fan, I give you the Nacogdoches Blueberry Festival: