The sheer beauty - of apples in a bushel basket.
Because we had to store the apples for two months before we had a time when we could all do the pressing, they had lost a little of their juiciness. We didn't get as much cider as we would have earlier. However, sometimes life just gets like that. Dealing with Rosalie's broken leg put a lot of other plans on hold temporarily.
The best cider pressing we ever did was years ago when we invited members of our church. Some people brought their own apples, if I remember correctly, and folks took turns with the work. Except for poor C, who was a hulking teenage boy. HE got put on permanent duty turning the big screw that does the actual pressing. He was just that much stronger than anyone else present. (And he was perfectly good humored about it.)
There's a crank on the side that runs a chipper, the chopped apples fall into the wooden basket below, then the screw presses a flat piece of wood down until the whole machine is creaking with tension. Cider runs out though the slats and down through a hole into a waiting bucket.