Apples and Solstice

The bags of windfalls were supposed to go up to the cider farm two weeks ago, but Tara's death, on the day we were going to do this, and T's subsequent hand injuries, put a hitch in things.

So it has had to wait until this morning - I got up at first light, then went out and started tying up the bags (with some hemp string we bought because it looked stout - it breaks at the drop of a hat and proved totally useless). Round two: locate aid of baling twine with aid of T, tie up bags again (T di...