It's harvest season once again, and this is the first year that my landlord is harvesting the almonds on the baby almond trees.
So I guess there not babies any more?
Last weekend at five in the am I heard; varoom, varoom, click-click-click, grr-rrr, varoom, varoom, click-click-click, grr-rrr.
It was the machine that attached to the trunk of the almond tree, and shook the bajesus out of the tree and all the nuts fell out.
They did it to each and every tree on our 80 acre parcel that we live on.
Then yesterday, my husband came home about six thirty am. He gets into bed with me and whispers in my ear, "Their harvesting," and I hear; varoom, varoom, swish-swish-swish, varoom, varoom, swish-swish-swish, varoom, varoom, swish-swish-swish.
It was the machine that puts the nuts in neat line down the center of the rows, and the machine that picks them up.
We both tossed and turned.
Then my hubby said, "I can't sleep."
Me, "I can't either."
"Let's go to Fresno and I'll buy that MP3 player for you."
"Okay, just give enough time to take a quick shower."
"Alright, then I'll wake the daughter."
He grabbed up a pillow and threw it over his back like it was a bag. "Ooh, Sarah," he said going into her room, "time to wake up."
Whack, whack, whack.
I think my daughter got him real good.
Quick finish; we went and had a terrible meal out at Carl's jr. Went to Fresno and hubby bought me a Zen, and spent way too much on manga at Bounders for our daughter, bought anime at Best buy and then came home.
Then when we were about a mile or so from our house we saw this huge plume of smoke.
It wasn't smoke, it was the dust that the harvest machines were kicking up.
Today I went outside there is dust was every where, on the trees bushes, on everything in my garden, and my car is looks like it hasn't been driven in a year.
But the good news is they're done.