We have our little pulper working hard; the wheel barrows full of coffee, the greenhouse stacked with drying racks. It is now peak harvest here on this little farm.
Here is the Indigenous picking team. No easy smiles for photos or even when I gave them hot scones and took them out into the coffee; On the other hand they were folded over double laughing when they thought they were stuck in my car with the child locks. Can not figure them out at all, and that is OK.
33 latas today, 120 this week. Two more days to go and about 150% of my estimation for this sweep of the farm. That is great. We are keeping this sweep, processing, drying, peeling in Boquete with the help of a well respected local coffee house and roasting ourselves.
3-4 Machete men working on the farm for about a week now. All the undergrowth under the coffee, and on the way out of the farm, is clear and we need to keep it that way ready for the picking. Otherwise, its a bit like dropping an earring in the laundry - those cherries tend to get lost in the long grass and never make it into the basket.