August. Time to bottle the cider that has been bubbling away at the Winery for a season.
Last fall we took in bags and bags of apples. Apples that fell. Apples we picked.
Watched them be ground up into pulp, mush and juice.
And now. Time to bottle it into cider.
Wash the little bottles standing neatly in rows.
Cider with a fizz. And a kick.
Two carboys of cider.
Golden like the days.
And looking so much like gingerale.
Bottled up Raspberry Cider at the same time.
Hint of apple with the raspberry. Pretty.
Spock approved.
Pretty. Fizzy. Bubbly brew. Good for Christmas gifts.
The colour of sweet peas when first picked.
Four cases. To give away. Four cases to lug home.
Named after the neighbours cats of course.
"Cordelia Spencer's Smokey Cider"
With "Pretty Raspy Cider" as it's companion.
Bottled on one of the last days of the sweet peas.
On a day when Smokey and Spencer toddled off for home at the same time.
On a day when the spider webs of late summer made their first appearance.
On a day that smelled of fall, and Velvet Queen sunflowers drooped overhead.
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