We broke out the cider press yesterday,
and though the day was dreary and damp,
made some luscious, fresh squeezed
The cider press was a Christmas gift
to me a few years ago from
my dear Gentleman Farmer!
After picking the apples and washing them off
with fresh clear water,
we drop them in the hopper of the press.
Turn the crank and the apples are chopped
and drop into the awaiting basket below.
The top is set on and the basket moved to the press...
"Keep me as the apple of the eye; Hide me in the shadow of Thy wings,"
"Like apples of gold in settings of silver is a word spoken in right circumstances."