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How our picking crates are built…beautiful!

   Hamlin Sawmill’s founder building an apple crate on machine he created. An artisan at his finest, and yes, that classical music really was playing in his workroom when i came to pick up our pallet of crates. Best crates made in the U.S. http://www.onebushelcrate.com Last year, in late summer I headed up to Hamlin, NY to pick up a pallet load of apple picking crates. It was a beautiful and long drive, nice to have some quiet space for the thoughts []

Starblossom 2012 Released

We’re happy to report Release Day success!  Thanks to all who came down to taste and buy at our local and absolutely amazing  Trumansburg Farmers’ Market this past Wednesday.  What a beautiful evening; big blue skies, the sounds of the Grady Girls traditional Irish folk musicc (click on that link, trust me you won’t regret it!) coming from the bandstand, the smells of Hazelnut Kitchen’s housemade chorizo sausage and Wide Awake’s fresh baked bread and MacDonald Family’s sauerkraut fritters, wafting through the []

April’s Springtime = JOY!!!!

****An April orchard blog post, brought to you in May…it’s busy here at the orchard~too busy to even make it to the computer in a timely fashion!**** Oh i wish i could take a sound recording of the orchard this morning and post it here for you, but alas, photos will have to suffice.  Birds galore…mocking birds singing through their playlist, woodthrush whistling, redwing blackbirds and robins flying from row to row.  It’s a cacophony of the best kind. Ahhhh, Spring!  Sunshine []

Cider Poetry

In a Glass Of Cider It seemed I was a mite of sediment That waited for the bottom to ferment So i could catch a bubble in ascent. I rode up on one till the bubble burst, And when that left me to sink back reversed I was no worse off than I was at first. I’d catch another bubble if I waited. The thing was to get now and then elated.                                                                                                                                           -Robert Frost 1962  ****This poem makes us smile, and []

prune. drink. repeat.

Pruning is my favorite orchard chore.  It is truly art, sculpting of the tree. To promote fruitful wood, renew old branches, shape the tree for good sunlight and airflow.  Apples and leaves will surround these trees this summer but for now they are mere skeletons.  The air is crisp and the cider, fresh and cold.