Making Cider

Just a few miles down the road from us, where the view is wide and open and perhaps not too different from when the early settlers rolled over the last range of hills and down in to the Eagle Creek Valley, lives my Mother-in-Law, two cats, and a handful of chickens.

It was cider press day, so we stopped in to help keep the old contraption running.

The air was scented with apples and fir boughs and warm grass, and although the pile of fruit was small to begin, the cider was sweet and just plentiful enough to last into Autumn.