nothing says summer like…
Picking coffee
Or maybe I should say: swanning around while other people pick coffee?
Look Tilly, the magic of nature, coffee beans growing inside coffee cherries.
Dad's mates a.k.a fabulous ring-in coffee harvesters!
Child labour. Rotten, I know.
Yep, that's my Dad dancing. Or doing some kind of heel-toe coffee jig.
Don't ask me, I'm only related to him.
I tell ya though, the man grows wonderful coffee.
Hand picked, hand processed, hand roasted.
That's some good bean.
xxx
ginkotree
November 18, 2010 at 10:50 pmwow!!! i’ve lived in rainy england all my life and this is just the most exotic thing ever! how fabulous – i don’t drink coffee but i would totally grow it just for the smell!
thanks for warming up my cold cold thursday 🙂
xxx
Ashley
November 19, 2010 at 5:46 amOh my goodness! How cool is this?! Local coffee here in California is practically unheard of – I think I’m a wee bit jealous.
toasted
November 19, 2010 at 4:51 pmOh wow. This is pretty cool. I had no idea coffee grew in cherries. Does he sell it or is recreational use only?
Liz
November 20, 2010 at 2:48 amAs a Seattle-ite (the mecca of coffee drinkers), I’m very jealous.
Jacob
November 20, 2010 at 5:40 amThat looks like a lot fun. We celebrate family harvests, but nothing like that. And as an avid coffee drinker, I’m envious of the opportunity to grow and roast my own coffee.
Krista Bjorn
November 20, 2010 at 8:04 amI love this! That photo of your Dad “dancing” is priceless. 🙂
Tricia
November 21, 2010 at 9:14 pmWow! You are so lucky! Home grown coffee. Delightful.