My sore hands are thanking past me for this purchase.
As seen on the way home.
Taking my hunny to Coffin Ridge for a half price cheese plate. Sounds less romantic than it was.
Finding out I still had cash on Poker Stars.
It’s sunny and 14 on the patio at the end of the day. So of course.
Juice with champagne yeast on the left, wild ferment on the right. Both dropped to 0.990 SG. Only the champagne dosed one tasted like apples though.
Leaves are off all the trees, the rest of the flowers are kaput, but this crazy rose bush keeps going.
Methinks that’s it for the broken bridge spot on the river until next year.
It’s a very slow advance, trust me.