Cider!

Yesterday we went to our friends' house with five bags of apples from our old tree. There, we were met by Gryfe, watcher of the cider press.


Soon, we got to work figuring out how to use the beautiful new press. It didn't take long for everyone to take on a job.


I was the apple dropper.


Peter was the apple presser.

Isn't that beautiful?

We were all tasters. And honestly, words cannot describe how amazing the cider was. Each batch of apples tasted surprisingly different and wonderful. And sooooo sw...