Beautiful split rail fence leads down to the plantation.
Trying to hide from the kids.
The fairgrounds opened up into a huge willow lined field.
Enormous lengths of cloth hanging in the rafters.
An inside view of a slate roof.
Garden of my dreams.
Garden gate with cannon ball weight.
Must have this garden house. MUST. HAVE.
The guides were fantastic. I have no idea how they remained
conscious and upright in the heat while dressed in full costume.
Hotter inside than out.
We did buy a blueberry pie when we left and they did have a seminar on blueberries but other than that I have no idea why they call it the blueberry festival, and it isn't historically relevant since the plantation never actually grew blueberries. But after eating a slice of the best blueberry pie ever I didn't really much care.
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