Today’s work was on the orchard hill. Or maybe it is a very low, stoneless mesa. In the midst of hectares of flat rice, cabbage, potato and such fields, my father-in-law’s orchard is on a flat hill maybe three metres above the fields.
The main crop on the hill is persimmon fruit.I asked my brother-in-law about the strange bottoms of the tree and he suggested it was because of the way the tree grew from cuttings. That was only his guess but it seems possible. More on growing trees from cuttings. I have always loved the tree frogs at the farm. After a year away, it was good to see a few again. This guy could sit on the final joint of my thumb. Please excuse the blurriness. I really like my new phone but I seem to have trouble holding it still enough. Korea’s wonderful little tractor, the kyeongungi. I can drive one when it is attached to a cart, but would leave a terrible plow line. I have a really annoying cold right now. Despite the great weather, I was pretty miserable at the farm. I think this pic captures my whininess during the day. Oh, behind me are little piles of manure under each tree that I carted by wheelbarrow. I guess I should be grateful my sense of smell was sub-par today.As is so often the case, I usually more proud of my farm work and adventures after a few days. Perhaps in a week or so, when the smell is gone from my SUV, I will look back on the work as character building rather than horrible.