My Coffee Picking Disaster

This morning, I felt all rested from only half a day of work yesterday.

Coffee when it is ready to be collected, the red cherries.

I was determined to tackle my coffee trees. The berries were red and ready to be picked. So, I began on the shady side of the hill.

I collected less than half a bucket of beans from the shady side of the house in two hours. I felt deflated and grumbled about hiring some locals to help me, and I couldn’t reach the top of the trees because I was short.

Then I had lunch and felt renewed about not letting the coffee trees win. I went back to start on the other side of the field. This might have been a mistake.

I again got even less than the other side of the field, and the trees managed to hit me in the face and arms.

Then I felt like I was getting bit; of course, I did not have on a hat or bug spray, which I don’t like to wear, especially on my face.

After being itchy and bit, I returned to the house again, feeling defeated, and looked in the mirror. I thought I had one bite on my forehead; I was very wrong.

My friend looked at me and said what happened to your face?

I looked in the mirror, and the entire left side of my face had about ten mosquito bites, and my arms…