Fats Domino made the song “Blueberry Hill” a rock n’ roll hit in the 50’s; “I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill”. (Listen to the song to find out what the thrill was.)
The Blueberry Hill that good friend Pat and I visited last week is a refuge farm owned by some very caring friends. The farm is named Blueberry Hill; in honor of Fats Domino or one of the few fruits native to this county or maybe the thrill my friends found there. I call it a refuge farm because they take in animals destined for slaughter or dropped off in the middle of the night at their farm
The house sits up on a hill about one-fifth of a mile from the road. It is a beautiful home with lovely gardens, even though this day and this time of year may not show it off at its best. It is decorated for Christmas, though.
West of the farm is an historic farmhouse with a couple of contrasting barns.
East of the farm is a schoolhouse turned into a home.
Here is one of the owners having a face-to-face conversation with one of the residents: