The sun rose as from under the earth. The pre-dawn haze covered the horizon for some time, and suddenly a daylight shone over the gardens-the Groben gardens-huge, sparkling, as it happens only in our village.
As soon as the sun has risen, the local farmer has a feeling that the labor day has begun to be as long ago. And if you overslept the sunrise, lost a fair and precious part of the day - irretrievably. To me, engaged in farming my entire adult life, as this feeling is known to no one else.
I sometimes wonder myself, where do the forces come from and why am I still alive)) For example, during the harvest season of apples, I'm on my feet all day, and sleep, literally 3-4 hours a day. Not because there is no time to sleep - you can not sleep. Maybe it's from overwork, and maybe the age is taking its toll - I do not know.
I do not take hired strength to harvest apples. What for? Well, you think, you need to break 80-100 tons of apples - nonsense, my wife and we will manage ourselves, every day for 2.5 tons (this is our norm) and for a month with a tail you look and manage.
Today, we have fulfilled the norm, and the post time to write is still, laudatory. And what? As the saying goes: if you do not praise yourself, then no one will praise))
Today they collected the variety "Vilmut", a very delicious apple, look for on the shelves of your country - I recommend!
