|After a day of picking Cortlands|
|Wounds that won't seem to heal|
Tomorrow I expect a reprieve from picking as we are expecting more rain. Instead I will spend the day under a roof helping press cider. I hope with a day of rest my wrist will be ready to face the trees when the sun shines again.
|Waiting to pick the Empires in Lansing|
|Cortland in the early morning|