Serendipity

On a visit to a local Alpaca farm this weekend, we ran into a display of a farm in the area I had not been aware of: Pompey Mountain Hop Farm, located just down the road from us.  These people are pros, as I could tell by grabbing two fistfuls of dryed hops cones from last year and taking a good sniff.  Instant trancendence.  I tried to install an early love of the hops in my son by putting a cone up to his nose to smell, but he just smacked my hand away and pointed at the big John Deere going past with a heart-felt 'Uh!!'.  Oh well.  He is only one.

What could be better than finding a pile of lusty hops on a such a Sunday? The nice lady said that they will be selling rhizome stock of their 5 varieties next spring. 

That, my friends, is serendipity.