"Come to Scarlett's. She's pressing cider right now and you're invited!"
So I put on my jacket and walked down the road.
My friends must be some of the most imaginative people in the world.
Take a peek at Scarlett's garden for proof.
It's her outbuildings that capture my imagination the most.
Oh, for a garden shed this rustic!
And a place to sit outdoors under cover of a roof.
Notice that back wall... stacked wood.
Is Scarlett not ingenious???
Take a peek at Scarlett's garden for proof.
It's her outbuildings that capture my imagination the most.
Oh, for a garden shed this rustic!
And a place to sit outdoors under cover of a roof.
Notice that back wall... stacked wood.
Is Scarlett not ingenious???
What a joy to spend a glorious golden afternoon together pressing apples...
Soon the Happy Valley Cider Press was humming along, and the laughter with it.
Picture the sipping of cocoa and the scent of a wood fire as the sun went down...
The seasons fade from one into another and we celebrate them in turn,
each one sweeter than the last.
The last of the tomatoes, the honk of a goose, the harvest of grapes and gathering of both apples and friends.
Afternoon faded into evening
and the stars peeped out again.
Cheerful goodbyes and waves as we walked home with calls of "thank you" and "see you again soon!" All too soon the day was gone.
But the memories linger and only sweeten as the seasons roll by.
