2017 Northern Spy
March 2018. Joy brims my soul. I haven't shaved in two days or showered in three. My head throbs from last night's cider binge. Snow falls on snow. I'm stranded on a mountainside in a foreign land. Why joy? I'm in a room of holistic apple growers and cidermakers. We're chatting about farming and fermenting and spirituality. I was nervous to share this cider last night - like inviting Vincent to see my fingerpaintings.