Grandpa Jack and I took to the hills on Sunday for some bluegrass music at the last day of the Fiddler’s Grove at Union Grove, North Carolina. It was a perfect day to be outside in the foothills and the music was indescribably sweet. We wished for more fiddling, but the competitions were Friday and Saturday and we couldn’t attend those days. Sunday was mainly a family day for those getting ready to head back home. Here’s my web album of the few pics I caught while there. Shouts to Lauren. Keep practicing, little doll 