I have been working on this post for probably two weeks now. I couldn't get the pictures to upload for some reason, but I have finally managed to get it together by adding one picture at a time. It is a little outdated, but I still wanted to share it with you as I had it prepared before.
As I head off to sort and cut and crock-pot the last of my apples gathered at a friend's Apple Cider Party and turn them into dark, delicious, glorious apple butter, I thought I would share with you some pictures from our wonderful day under the apple trees. It was hot but breezy (thanks to Ike), and the day was spent gathering, sorting, cutting, pressing and juicing apples. It was tons of fun, and more Food for my Soul. There was also a hayride, which the kids loved.
Okay, and I loved it, too...
While Adam and Kane were cidering...
Max and I were gathering apples...
At which time I handed the hubby the camera and said, "Here, please take a picture of your wife toting your son around on her back picking apples." Sometimes you just have to take matters into your own hands. So these photos are courtesy of Adam!
Check it out! My big ol' box of apples, gathered with Max happily strapped on my back. My legs were sore for a week.
The beatifully rich cider flowed from the big old press and the smell was heavenly.
There was a wonderful Great Dane as well, which had the kids and me in doggy heaven. We ate by Dauncey, played with Dauncey, got kisses from Dauncey, and rolled around on Dauncey all day.
Max was especially enamored. He loves him some big ol' dawgs. Get um dawgs, Masswhale. Get um dawgs.
Needless to say, we had a wonderfully glorious time. Now comes the quite enjoyable part of the harvest, which is turning those apples into something that will last all winter. My primitive hunter-gatherer brain is happy, as it has been desparate to put away for this coming winter.
My favorite two year old in the world!
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