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A snapshot in history, recount the events of the first Bluemont Fair and news of Loudoun County in the 1970s and be charmed along the way: Now a pile of crumpled gold covers the backyards and there are showery breezes of fleeting leaves...Suddenly the landscape was greening, bulb flowers were shooting up and red buds were engulfing the oak...A full moon smiles down on a just a-bit chilly earth as trees unfold their now full shadows on the moonlight....Bouquets of posies, flower plants tenderly nurtured in a paper cup and a coke served up to me with lots of ice were my rewards for being a mother on Mother's Day....A cool breeze played tag in the glossy green of the full shade trees when the mountain village of Bluemont played host to the western Loudoun neighbors on the Fourth....Big, thick cumulus clouds are painted on a light blue sky but even as they pour out their showers, the August sun burns its way into September morns and continues unbearably hot....December is no lady. Here the first day of her arrival, she's in a rage, beating the slender branches of the old hemlocks to the ground, scattering the birds to small huddling places in the stone wall of the house.
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A snapshot in history, recount the events of the first Bluemont Fair and news of Loudoun County in the 1970s and be charmed along the way: Now a pile of crumpled gold covers the backyards and there are showery breezes of fleeting leaves...Suddenly the landscape was greening, bulb flowers were shooting up and red buds were engulfing the oak...A full moon smiles down on a just a-bit chilly earth as trees unfold their now full shadows on the moonlight....Bouquets of posies, flower plants tenderly nurtured in a paper cup and a coke served up to me with lots of ice were my rewards for being a mother on Mother's Day....A cool breeze played tag in the glossy green of the full shade trees when the mountain village of Bluemont played host to the western Loudoun neighbors on the Fourth....Big, thick cumulus clouds are painted on a light blue sky but even as they pour out their showers, the August sun burns its way into September morns and continues unbearably hot....December is no lady. Here the first day of her arrival, she's in a rage, beating the slender branches of the old hemlocks to the ground, scattering the birds to small huddling places in the stone wall of the house.