FieldBird Cider - 2018 Sparkling Perry
Sun woke at 6:17. Our perry slept. Dew rose and our perry slept.
I raised the pallet and opened the valve. The Sun’s permission. Our perry rushed through pipe into the filler. Hold. Bottle positioned. Perry rush. My hand grabbed the bottle and past it downstream. Hand to hand, the capper seals. Capper to table to cage, the last hand. Another bottle passed.
Music plays louder when it doesn’t need to scream over a pump.
Easter awoke. Our perry did too.