Bluegrass and Blue-eyed Grass April 20, 2014

Whenever I am at Almost Pi, I try to attend whatever is on at the Dance Palace.  Last night it happened to be bluegrass with Blaine Sprouse.  I know nothing about bluegrass music and have never heard of Blaine Sprouse, but apparently he is one hot bluegrass violinist and he is now a resident of Inverness.  He and his contingent of very talented local musicians – on guitar, banjo, mandolin, cello, and bass – got the SRO crowd at the Palace stomping their feet in delight.  Mine, too!

Twelve hours later, I encountered another kind of blue grass.  This morning’s weather was beautiful and as it is whale migration month, I headed out to the Point to search for the cetacean mothers and their babies.  Though I peered through my Grandfather Fisher’s binoculars for a few hours at four different locations, I failed to spot a whale.  Still, I hiked out to Chimney Rock to look at the April wildflowers.  Among the many beauties – checkerbloom, pussy’s ear, scarlet pimpernel, lupine both purple and yellow, Indian paintbrush, and poppy – was the tiny blue-eyed grass, which seems more purple than blue, but charming just the same.