The text went out every year near the same time with the simple message, “It’s cider time, my friends! - this Sunday,” with no other instruction necessary for the experienced ones because they knew to start gathering their boots and autumn layers for this annual get-together. Plaid and knitted wool heaps gathered by the doors in anticipation, as if the clothing items were eager pets waiting to go outside.
Nothing quite like a cup of hot apple cider on a cold winters day.Your Dad still has the apple press he made years ago.We might have to dust it off for next year's apple crop.
What a wonderful life this would be to bring family & friends together to enjoy such a great annual event.
I'd imagine they waited in anticipation for this get-together each year! Love!!
Nothing quite like a cup of hot apple cider on a cold winters day.Your Dad still has the apple press he made years ago.We might have to dust it off for next year's apple crop.
Delightful!!