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About Misty Bleu Farm

Misty Bleu Farm is located in beautiful Washington County, New York at the head of the Black Creek ValleyMisty Bleu Farm produces hops for the R.S. Taylor & Sons Brewery.

Located on 50 acres in the heart of the Hebron Hills, Misty Bleu Farm is the home of R.S. Taylor & Sons Brewery.  The Brewery and Taproom are open to the public Wednesday through Friday from 4:00 pm to 9:00 pm, Saturday and Sunday 12 noon to 9:00 pm.  Come experience true field to glass farm-brewed beer at our farm, nestled among green hills and stunning natural beauty.  Our farm boasts over 600 feet of frontage on the West Branch of the Black Creek, with waterfalls and rushing cascades.  Tours of the brewery and grounds are available.  The Farm and Brewery are also available to be rented out for special events.  Please visit the brewery website, www.rstaylorbrewing.com for more details and directions.

Follow our journey as we create the Most Beautiful Farm Brewery in America!


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Dispatch from the Rural Front Fall 2015

Misty Bleu Farm - Friday, November 06, 2015

 

The leaves have fallen and the geese are moving south.  Sunlight is slanted now, a bit harsher on the eyes.  It is incredible how much the sun's trajectory moves throughout the year.  We now have a large object in which to fix it's path across the sky - our house and barn.  We have many large windows  in the house - there's not a bad view from any of them, and sunlight streams in all day.  We're going to need it as we settle in for what will most likely be another long, cold winter. 

 

It is incredible to me how the animals respond to the changing seasons.  I do not know whether they are conscious of it or not, but the rabbits eat more voraciously this time of year, as if they cannot ingest enough.  Their coats have become thicker and longer, preparing for the freezing temperatures ahead.  We hear the coyotes celebrating their kills in the evening, their cries echoing and bouncing off the hills like sirens.  The hair on the back of our necks stands up when we hear their war whoops encircling the farm.  Neither we nor the dogs like it one bit. We spied a VERY large bobcat a couple of Saturdays ago.  He or she was sauntering across the back of the house, way too close to the patio for comfort. 

 

We are prepared for the greyness to creep in and the cold to settle in our bones.  We shall steel ourselves to it, as Northerners always do.  We will huddle around the fire and sip our ales and think fondly of the warm days we left behind.  The hospitable company of our good friends and neighbors shall warm us on the coldest of nights. 

Winter is coming.