If we were having coffee, we would have trouble finding a place to sit. It’s busy in here today! You remark, but then remember this neighborhood is hosting an apple picking festival. Will they start selling cider? I wonder aloud, remembering ciders I’d had over the years. There was a booth at one of renaissance fairs named the “Cup and Chaucer,” which I think is so delightful. They had hot cider on sale for $2, and as my first morning drink, it sounded awesome. It wasn’t until I started sipping that I realized it wasn’t alcoholic, (hence the low price.) I also realized the hot drink in my pewter mug meant burned my lips and tongue.