Every year now for quite a while, my brother Hank has gone to eastern Washington to get a big tote full of apples to be pressed into cider.
We gather, rain or shine, to attend to this ritual. We've been fortunate weather wise, with only one rainy fest day. We were treated kindly again today as the rain dried up in time for the working and playing and eating and talking.
With my mother's passing just after this event two years ago, we still feel her presence and miss seeing her sitting there in her chair surrounded by activity. My sisters and I are the grannies now, and we do our best to meet her high standard of grandmotherliness.
(October 2011)
Here's the scene in pictures, with few words.
Sister Laurie, grand niece Mia, cousin Kris. ↑
Cider maker in chief Hank ↑
No bad apples in this bin.↑
Cousin Dan, Tom, Brother-in-law Mike, sister Ilene, sister Laurie.
Watch out for this bunch!
Thanks to Hank and Cindy for hosting and supplying the apples. Thanks to everyone who brought abundant food and supplied lively conversation. Thanks to the kids for being delightful. And thank you to Niece Katie for some of these photos which I stole from Facebook!
It's truly a family project!


















