Libby and I joined Stowe, his two little'n's, Lynn, and her girl out this afternoon at Terry's Berries to pick then cider press apples. We grabbed our buckets, trudged down a farm road, past the bee boxes, and into the orchard. There we found tree after tree picked nearly bare and were resolved we'd maybe get one bucket full if we combined our finds. As we started to leave, a farm employee rolled back a length of "CAUTION" tape keeping us from some rows of trees bursting with red apples. Within a handful of minutes we had handfuls of fruit and filled our buckets. After we paid (and Libby ran into a cousin!) we washed then diced up and pressed our treats which we enjoyed this afternoon spiced, zested and warmed up after a lovely autumn day in the Northwest.
Buckets (and boots) at the ready!
Fish face! (great to have embarassment fodder for later years -- you're welcome Stowe)
Aisles of herbs
Marching off to apple battle
So looks like her mom
This is my new desktop
Wait, this is my new desktop
Crap, this is gonna be my desktop!
Shoot! Maybe this'll be my desktop
A little disappointed at the apparent lack of fruit
Libby's hair all freshy cut and proud of it
Must pretend to destroy the last apple on Earth!
Nah, only kidding. You're safe (for now) little apple
Now there's my new desktop. :)
Picking the newly accessible apples
Mother Goose and her (his) flock
He had something on his middle finger so, naturally, I asked him to show me
Happily running to her dad!
A moment later. Ah, how swifty their moods doth change
Many bees happily bee'ing along
Washing the apples
Putting the apples in the grinder
Pressing the apples
Getting a stray bee or two in the apple juice
Filtering then capping the apple goodness.