(20 The girls have been listening to Les Misérables. )
We have a few.
Clearing off tables.
Even the rickety one. 
Lunch break!
A few more apples, and everything is rearranged, ready to chop them up and press them.
One press inside, two presses outside, room for another press, then the straining station on the metal table.
Parking is going to be at a premium, so we are finally getting around to cleaning out the carport. That means tossing the torn up bales of two year-old oat straw to the animals to scratch through and build their nests with.
So now there is another parking place
Now to clear up this mess.
Easy job for two muscular and mechanically inclined men.
Clearing up more parking space for cider fest tomorrow.
Are you ex-cidered!
