Warm Your Mug
Today is one of those mountain days when rain drizzles and the clouds come down and hover over the treetops and dip into the valleys, it is a sight. But […]
Our own third little wave
Before I knew it, every Tuesday night for the following six months we were on our way to coffee school! What made that year so special was that we took everything we were learning at school and applied our new knowledge at the farm at the same time. We were hooked! We no longer wanted to farm coffee in a conventional manner.
How I tell our story
Our story begins many years ago. As a child I remember visiting my grandfather’s farm on the southern coast of Guatemala. Not that I was learning how to produce coffee, I was just having a fun time playing on his old patios and admiring his old machinery as coffee was being picked, milled, and dried.