An Autumn of Richness

Thanks are given for nature and her abundance

7,000 pounds of apples @ Musea. It’s SO Cider time.

When I think about autumn, I get a little period of time where my vision doesn't work so well and is misty and unfocused. I get ‘Swooney’ (is that a word?) and a little bit of a wisp of thought about the past. This has always been my favorite part of the year, but just the early part. I don’t really like the after-mid-way part. I have my reasons. But suffice it to say, I love (x100) the early autumn when rich, ripe apples like the above come into our world here at Musea. This year, we had 7,000 pounds of apple goodness. We do not grow 3.5 tons of apples here, but we know who does, and he also knows that we have the press. So, a deal was struck.

Grape Equipment is doing double time.

These (the ones in the photo above) are gravenstien apples, a local favorite. Where I am from in West Virginia and Appalachia, generally, there are literally dozens, if not hundreds of varieties of apples that have been jealously guarded, served, cultivated, and harvested over the last couple hundred years. A friend recently laughed when I said that I was from ‘Apple-achia.’ This is no joke. Johnny Appleseed (aka John Chapman) was a real person and an astute arborist who brought apple cultivation right to our holler in them there flats where we could grow them. My mom sometimes called me that name when she was messing with me.