The seasons are all wildly ahead of themselves this year. We had a gloriously warm April, May and June, a pretty mixed July and August, and September feels almost autumnal.
Consequently, the apples are also ahead of themselves. They are ripe and falling from the trees.
This has got me into a bit of a panic. We don’t normally pick our apples for storing for another three weeks, and for the jus de pommes during the last week in October.
I guess the seasons won’t wait for my schedules, so I’ll have to reorganize my life around the apples !!
I have just phoned the farmer with the apple press to see if he can squeeze us in on Saturday afternoon.
“Attendez…. Oui, c’est possible mais, c’est juste, la lune descend dimanche”.
He went on: “Normally, we don’t press apples so close to the moon descending, I’ll call you back”.