|Beech trees glowing brightly in the autumn sunlight|
Lake Wicwas is so peaceful this time of year - on a calm day the entire lake can be a reflection of the world for hours at a time with nary a boat to make a ripple.
|Which side is up?|
All week I saw just one boat, though there are still a few hardy souls on the lake hanging on to every last minute of wonderful late-fall weather.
|Ready for 70 degree days in November|
I took a paddle this week on one of those warm, calm days; New Hampshire can be simply radiant in November.
I did see a group of geese and a pair of mallards later in the week.
The mallards were scooping up some tasty bugs that had recently hatched out on surface of the lake. They were scooting along with their beaks in the water acting like vacuums, just slurping up dozens of those tiny, nutritious morsels.
Some of the holes have dried-up globs of sap in them.
Yesterday we spent a few hours up on Arbutus hill pressing cider from this year's bountiful apple crop, cutting, chopping, and pressing a custom blend of McIntosh, Cortland and Russet apples.
|Cutting the apples - the first step (after pruning, spraying, picking, washing....)|
|Filling the chopper|
|Pressing - then poured into jugs through a sieve|
Life ... water ... trees - and friends. It is good to be back at the lake.
|Sunrise again over Lake Wicwas|