Posting every day: apple cider memories

chopped apples for cider-making

I'm used to writing a post when I have something interesting to write about.

Daily posts encourage a bit of that, but also somehow can become a weighty responsibility.  Ugh, I still need to write a post, I was thinking, just before our annual rivalry game between Clemson and University of South Carolina is going to start.

I was doing a daily post for some time this summer, before signing on to the daily posting commitment, but we were traveling, in a new place (so lots to write about) and now, as the days are getting shorter, I'm feeling less inspired.

The pocket meadow in front looks tired (what would I write about it?);  my front raised-bed vegetable garden turned herb garden looks OK, but also needs attention.  I didn't plant anything new this fall, having succumbed to some dreadful odd cold virus that kept me feeling sub-par for a month. (Nothing to write about there).

And truly, I'm not one to write about inner angst, of which I have plenty, but I'm quite sure that wouldn't be interesting, too.

As I went on a community orchard tour this afternoon, with trees planted in public housing projects across our mountain city, I'm remembering the apple harvest of fall, 2015.  And the aftermath, painful hand issues!