"It was Autumn, and incessant
Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves
And, like living coals, the apples
Burned among the withering leaves."
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Our farming community is in full harvest come November.
Cows would have what appears to be a crowded, crummy life in this country.
There are no ranches for them to roam. They just stand in a stable.
Their owners try to relax them by giving them some buddha chanting to listen to over loud speakers, and a daily swig of alcohol in their diet.
Some of us in the branch got together for a girls night out
Love all of these women...they are my sanity on more than one occasion.
Every year Woongjin does a service project and all employees that can walk a half of a km. up the road to this apple farmers orchard and help him harvest his apple crop.
Its technical...you have to pick them with the stems on.
Then the stems have to be trimmed just so...at an angle.
The apple of my eye.
This is S.T. Beck. , Chairman over the plant and the guy who convinced Lyle to take this job and move here.
Harvesting was also in full swing across the street from the orchard.