I'm a kid of the rustic provinces.

My desires simple, and the most spectacular scenery is our backyard. That is, a vast plantation of coffee trees as far as the eye can see (well you can't see past a hill anyway).

December is the harvest season for coffee. And that's the same time the trees bloom to get ready for next year's generation of beans. Before you sell those beans to vendors (like Nestle for example), you have to dry it, skin it, and roast it. The latter two not usually done on our patio.

But let's go to the tale part.

During the mornings, after the harvesters carry sacks of freshly picked coffee beans, we spread them across a flat surface to dry them in the sun. Raw coffee beans range from green to red in color, depending on ripeness, green being the 'less-than-ripe' kind.

And when dusk comes, we gather them up again and collect them into mounds where they can easily be covered, or somewhere with a roof. We do this so the beans won't get wet in case it rains, as moisture can cause molds to grow thus spoiling the coffee. Also, if it's in mounds, it's pretty nifty that they generate warmth for some reason, thus speeding up the drying process even in the coldness of December nights.

No single bean is left in the patio, as each bean really counts.

The routine continues until the bean coating turns black and when you shake them, you'll hear the bean rattling inside. That's when it is ready to be sent to a skinning plant, and roasted afterwards.

The End.