Fall in a bottle

M. and I spent several hours on Friday bottling 15 gallons of hard cider. This is the fourth year we've made it, I believe, but really the first year I've been more than just peripherally involved. This year, it's "my" batch. Really, that just means I paid for the cider and picked it up from the orchard.

The fruits of our labor, only slightly diminished by St. Patrick's celebrations: