The other day, Scott and I finished harvesting the lost orchard. It's rangy and overgrown with poison oak and blackberries, but it's our treasure trove. Or rather, treasure grove, as it is possibly the oldest cider orchard in California. This is where we glean a lot of our traditional tannic cider apples, and yes, it's how our Lost Orchard cider got its name. But I find many other things when I'm at the lost orchard. I suppose the first is serenity, for lack of a b [...]