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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.

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The Mysterious Tale of Mr. Crane Part Three

Misty Bleu Farm - Tuesday, September 29, 2015

The October day dawned bright, sunny and warm.  A perfect fall day of the sort one dreams of when contemplating the pleasures of autumn.  R.S. was tending to his horse, when he saw Mr. Crane, once again, walking up the sweep.

"Good day to you, Mr. Crane!" he called out.  He noticed, even from a distance, that Crane's clothes did not hang quite right from his frame.  He looked gaunt, with eyes that appeared sunken back into his skull.  Crane approached, carrying his growler, now divested of its liquid contents.  "Looking for a refill, are you Crane?"

"Yes, R.S.  I am in desperate need of some fermented spirits to calm my nerves.  I am afraid I was not quite forthcoming with you on my last visit, you see.  I lead you to believe I was just having nightmares, but the truth is I have been terrorized by a figure that follows me home every night from town.  I know now it is not a fever dream but reality.  This morning I saw the horse shoe prints in the middle of Callaway Road."

"Some men here the other night spoke of you seeing a ghost.  What is this nonsense?  Look Crane, you cannot give these types fuel for their fires.  They will mock you endlessly.  They consider it good sport, you know."

"But that's just it, "Crane replied.  "I think I really did see a ghost.  The figure that plagues me so, you see, is headless."

Standing in the bright sun, Crane's statement sounded impossible, lunatic even.  Frantic ravings from a scared little man.  "Crane, I'm sure there's a rational explanation for all of this, and I have a feeling that explanation lies with those boys from up past Belcher.  They know you walk that road all hours of the night alone.  They know what kind of hours Marley makes you keep."

Crane explained, "I cannot see how the boys in Belcher could have anything to do with this.  How can they make a giant black stallion simply appear and disappear out of thin air at will?  They do not possess magic, for the love of God!  This is not of this earth, I tell you!"

Crane's whole body seemed to convulse at this point.  The poor thing, R.S. thought, what will disabuse him of this notion?  "Come partake of a pint of my oatmeal stout to calm your nerves and sit beside me in the cool autumn sun a bit.  Perhaps we can talk of less strange days."

Stay tuned for the final installment of "The Mysterious Tale of Mr. Crane" and to find out when Mr. Crane's Stupendous and Sublime Spiced Pumpkin Ale will go on tap!

The Mysterious Tale of Mr. Crane Part One

Misty Bleu Farm - Monday, September 21, 2015

 

 

It was a dark and stormy October night.  A steady, chill rain tapped at the windowpanes.  R.S., safe and snug in the cozy tap room, contemplated closing early for the evening.  The clock had not quite chimed seven and the place was aglow with candles and golden firelight.  As R.S. peered out the rain-streaked window once more before closing up, he spied a dark figure coming up the sweep.

"Oh well," he mused, "a few more moments of my time and at least I shall make one sale this night."  R.S. waited anxiously to see who would venture out on such a night as this. The polished mahogany door slowly creaked open, and a fleeting chill ran up R.S.'s spine as he saw the bony, white-knuckled hand clenching the knob.  In with a rush of water and leaves came a thin figure, clad all in soaking wet black.  A hat covered the creature's head and the dripping brim concealed his face.  As the head turned up, R.S. locked eyes with his neighbor, Mr. Ichabod Crane.

"Why, Mr. Crane!" R.S. exclaimed, "What are you doing out and about on a night such as this?  'Tis not fit for man or beast, as they say."  Just then, R.S. noticed the wide-eyed, frantic look in Mr. Crane's eyes and said softly, "What evil malady afflicts you, my poor soul?"

"I, I cannot say for sure, my good barkeep," Crane replied.  "I seem to be plagued of late with fever dreams.  They have terrorized me so ever since the last full moon.  You see, I had a bit of a fright a few nights back as I returned home from work."  Now, everyone in town knew of poor Mr. Crane's plight.  Crane, meek and mild, was a clerk in town for the penny-pinching Mr. Marley.  No one else in town would work for him, save Mr. Crane.  His treatment of Mr. Crane was quite ill.  Yet Mr. Crane's station in life was a poor one, so he kept his job with Marley & Marley, Msgrs.  R.S. imagined Crane was probably delirious with exhaustion after Marley kept him after hours.

"So then, Mr. Crane, you have come to partake in one of my ales, then, to cure you of your ills?"

"Why, yes sir, indeed I have.  I came straightaway from Mr. Marley's office.  I shall head home after this."

"I insist you do not travel further this evening, Crane.  You shall catch your death in weather such as this.  Let me get the mistress of our house to make you up a bed for the night."

"I could not impose.  I have just come for a growler of your fine Amber Ale and I shall be on my way."

"As you wish, Mr. Crane.  And I do believe in the restorative powers of imbibing in a well-crafted ale.  The Amber Ale is a fine choice for your this evening."

And with that, Mr. Crane paid what he owed and left the tap room.  R.S. watched the solemn figure fade into the gloom.  He extinguished the flames and retired for the evening.....

Please stay with us for Part 2 to be released next week.

Hop Harvest 2014

Misty Bleu Farm - Friday, September 05, 2014

So far, we are 1/3 of the way done and we have about 30 lbs of dried hops!

 

 

Hop Fest 2014 Starts This Saturday

Misty Bleu Farm - Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Our second year hop crop has been a resounding success.  The easy part is growing them.  Now comes the hard part - the harvesting and drying.

We are growing hops for our own use, not for commercial sale.  We don't have access to the hop harvesting equipment that larger operations do, so we have to do things the old fashioned way - by hand! 

This Saturday kicks off the hop harvesting season.  We're going to be laying in plenty of beer from our friends down in Argyle Brewery in Greenwich.  We want all of our pickers well lubricated and well-fed so they won't mind one bit helping us out here. 

Hop picking isn't hard work, but it is tedious.  It's going to take a couple of weekends to pick those bines clean.  And with any luck the weather will hold out for the picking and the drying.

Happy Halloween

Misty Bleu Farm - Thursday, October 31, 2013

 

 

Early Summer Dispatch from the Farm

Misty Bleu Farm - Thursday, June 20, 2013

 

We are in frantic mode this time of year at the farm.  Mowing of the fields has begun in earnest, and there's so much to do in the short few months when the weather is fine. 

We're planning on having our annual 4th of July party at the Farm, complete with fireworks if we get some more rain.  If it stays dry, the fireworks might be a no-go.  It's going to be a down-home, old-fashioned, all-American summer picnic.  I'll be posting the menu soon, but we're thinking fried chicken, potato salad, lemonade and slab apple pie - yum!  If we haven't invited you, come anyway.   We might have some mowing for you to do. 

The hop yard project is also taking a lot of attention.  We'll keep you posted, but you may find the posts are a bit fewer and far between now.  We want to have some time to enjoy ourselves this summer, too.  Dispatches from the lake, anyone?