Snowy Speculations

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If I could paint, I would have tried to replicate the landscape very early this morning. Illuminated by the faintest hints of light and hours before sunrise, the cold, stark landscape lay completely still in its snowy blanket. Naked trees stood proudly and quietly against this backdrop, this palate of pure white an unforgiving place for any creature, big or small, to attempt to cross without drawing attention to its existence at this time. Even our ancient tire swing looked sleepy and droopy, suspended precariously close to the ground, as if the effort of hanging from a tree limb was too much for it. To the east, the only rays of light visible were the ones coming from the across the river, and even those seem hushed and muffled, like a child tired and murmuring not to wake them up just yet.  The young families down the road have gone all out with Christmas lights this year. Bright colours adorn the night skies and my neighbours even have a Christmas Cat and a Christmas Dinosaur that i

Homegrown Happiness

 

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade! But what about apples and plenty of them? Cider would be the obvious choice! For years we have tried our best to use the apples from the trees that were planted years before we moved here. But this year, the trees seem to be groaning under the weight of their rosy-cheeked crop. Today, of all days, the sun was shining and the temperatures soared like a beautiful summer day. But our day consisted of a true fall activity. We pulled out the old wine press that my father had given us years ago and our day of making apple cider began. Jim and I worked tirelessly to the background noise of his favourite movies playing on the garage TV behind us. Around noon my father-in-law stopped by to drop something off and pulled up a chair to the tables we had set up, grabbed a cutting board and joined in.

It was a lot of work! We quartered the fruit for the food processor, then put the mashed-up apples into the press and watched as the elixir of the gods began to flow. Hours later, my hands were more stained than that of a seasoned smoker's fingers and our backs were killing us. I had to race out to the store and buy more containers as we had under-estimated how much cider we would produce. It was well after dinner when we finally lugged the skins and pulp to the neighbour's chicken coop and the circle of "waste not/want not" continued as their hens literally attacked the piles of sweet apple remains with a frenzy! 

So now we have a fridge and freezer full of nature's goodness and I cannot wait to serve the cider next week for our family's Thanksgiving dinner. There are uncountable health benefits to drinking fresh cider and it's refreshing when served cold and dessert sweet so that you can enjoy it without feeling any guilt! The cider took hours to make, but we will be enjoying it for several months to come. Just another reason to love living in rural Niagara-on-the-Lake!

Lolita Schimann Hale


 

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