Making Cider<< All Articles
We had apples–now we have cider. But making that cider led to a lot of tired muscles. Even with our grown children, their spouses, friends, and the grandkids' help, Wayne and I woke with sore muscles and aching backs Saturday morning. As Wayne announced, "We're getting old, Debbie." Old, us? No way. But I wasn't fooling anyone as I hobbled around. Wayne spent the afternoon doing what he calls “plotting” (better known as napping—would that plotting were that easy!), and I watched old videos and knitted.
Pictured below are Kevin LaCombe and Ted Macomber