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.
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Sis, this one is great even though it took you awhile to get it on. Now I'm waiting for the nut gathering, and deer?, Mom
Yeah, as soon as I am done with our Fall Festival I'll get that one up. I almost had them all on flickr at least. I sorted them all, put them all on the uploader, had 3/4 of them with titles and descriptions, and Bella unplugged the computer and I lost it all :-).
Unplugged the computer? Agggh!!! Bella! Bet she won't do that again.
Your writing is flowering, Les. This is a gorgeous piece.
And I know what you mean about having to shove the camera into your husband's hands once in awhile. Being behind the camera means you never get any pictures of you! Don't be shy about it--you're beautiful!
Yeah, apparently she was climbing on the kitchen counter and unplugged the extension cord that hooks up the power strip that runs the computer. Oh, the joys of living in a remodel-in-progress.
Thank you for your compliments, encouragement and inspiration. It is nice to find myself again in my writing and art. 'Bout time.
Isn't your profile picture a BOTB exclusive? Those husbands, when prompted, can be our personal photojournalists.
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