Here we were, at the tail end of a string of nice dry days and the cusp of a wet spell. We could have been transplanting Fall greens. We could have been mowing the long grass. We could have been putting up a batch of tomatoes. But it was time to press some apples, and that’s just not something to miss.
Some long time friends of ours have a beautiful well-established homestead and a nice big old press. During the season, they open it up for any of us who have trees, or can scavenge apples, to come do some pressing. We work together, cranking the wheel to chop the apples up, and cranking the press to mash the juice out of them. Some local horses and pigs enjoy the remnants of our labors.
And we sure do enjoy that juice.