We got up early yesterday to gather at Peter and Peggy's house for the great annual cider day. We gathered with a very interesting and smart and fiunny group of people to go via caravan to several private residences to gather up all their remaining apples in their yards. One person had a long pole that he shook the branches with -- and the rest of us picked up, examined, pulled off the greenery, wiped off the mud and bagged them. The apples were then sorted again and tied in the regular one bushel coal sacks Peter brought. It was fun to be out with the big old trees in the steady rain and warm, cool humidity.