Blueberries and a battlefield

My mom was visiting me for this past week.  I was pretty busy at work Monday & Tuesday but was able to get off work at a decent time to spend time with her for the rest of the week. We had a full week. On Wednesday we attended Shakespeare on the Green and wittnessed perhaps the most adorable rendition of 12th night I'll ever see by the youth troupe.  2 identical 8-year-old-girls alternating the lines for Festes? Yes.). On Thursday we took a river boat tour of the Cape Fear River and got to check out the Port of Wilmington 

A ship, from Saudi Arabia

Tanks, presumably lined up for said ship

The crack security team

Are we exporting M1 Abrams tanks to the Sauds? Yes, yes we are. 
And on Friday, we went to a Jazz concert at Arlie Gardens, after mom got herself sunburned on Bald Head island.  :(

On Saturday we went to the Pender County Blueberry festival, because who doesn't want to spend their Saturday morning celebrating blueberries?  As blueberries have beeen my official favorite fruit since early elementary, I certainly was not going to miss out on the action.  As you can see below, you could get just about anything you wanted with blueberries.

My take-away from the festival? Ryder makes blueberries. 

We ended up having blueberry smoothies, blueberry turnover, blueberry ice cream, and blueberry wine.  Additional wine was purchased for later consumption.
Mom left from the festival, and I since I was in the area I swung by Moore's Creek battle, a small but very well done National Battlefield from the Revolutionary War. It was nice to walk around in the woods for awhile, and I got to brush up on my US History and certainly learned a lot about the Southern theater of the Revolutionary War, which often gets short shrift at the expense of the North.  When I got back to my apartment I tried to look some stuff up in my US History high school textbook, to compare what I thought I learned with what I actually learned, and was disappointed to discover I had left it in my bedroom back in Carmel, . And to think people ask my why I have nearly all of my notes and textbooks from college in my apartment... you just never know what you might need to look up. 

After leaving the battlefield, I had a lovely drive back to Wilmington on Blueberry Lane. For the first time since I purchased my Civic, I found myself sorely disappointed I wasn't driving a convertible.