The hall is filled with fruit and vegetables. There are banners and balloons. The stooks are standing waiting, the apple-peelers poised. Pumpkins and marrows, scallopino and kumikumi stacked on trestles, kowiniwini and la ratte arranged on burlap sacks. Crunchy apples swing on strings, waiting for the teeth of hungry children to close around them, the cider presses sit, dry for now but come morning ...
I'm hoping for a good article in tomorrow's paper - the interview went well and the photos I sent through looked very festive and bounteous.
We've been a very busy team of festival organisers and now it's time to get some shut-eye (with the fragrance of apple pies emanating from the kitchen and the sound of light rain on the roof.)
Po marie.
Friday, March 25, 2011
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2 comments:
Hope you're having a good day down there Robert. Don't over-indulge in cider or apple pie!
Too late for the apple pies Inv2, but tonight's feast, with it's obligatory cider and mead imbibing will be the test of my mettle!
I'll drink to the Black Caps.
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