
Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress.
Charles Dickens
Our coffee is slowly being moved from our drying tables and being transported to the dry mill. It is always sad to see the crazy beauty of harvest being traded for the fury of coffee cupping and logistics. This season we couldn’t have made it through without the incredible LMCP team. Let me tell you, the people committed to making Long Miles happen, they really are absolutely INCREDIBLE. Volunteers, interns and staff pulled together in massive ways to make harvest go as smoothly as possible. It was still not without it’s major hiccups. Heza, our second station, was only operational half-way through the season as we met delay after delay after delay. Which meant that we were trucking coffee cherries a short distance over terrible switchbacking dirt roads to lay them on the already burdened tables at our Bukeye station.
If Ben and I learned anything this season, it’s the value of celebrating small victories while standing on a landscape that seems to be full of problems and struggles. We didn’t always do it well, but celebrating the small things helped us through the extra rough bits. Do we want to repeat another season like this one? Absolutely not… next year we have vowed not to build ANYTHING. Two babies, err… washing stations… is enough. Honing our coffee’s quality and deepening our relationships in the communities we are a part of is our focus now.
Deeper. Stronger. Calmer. That’s our mantra moving forward.
There were so many amazing moments this harvest that I just didn’t get around to blogging about. Like Brittany’s naturals and honey research, Lauren and Epapharus’ Antestia bug eradication program (employing out of school youth and getting rid of the potato defect in one fell superhero leap), Texas Jake’s triple tier tables, Lori’s rescued owls, and Caleb’s worm farm to name just a few. Most of those moments ended up on our Instagram accounts if you want to have a look.
This week you can find our coffee online and in stores at Stumptown and Coffee Labs for a very limited time. Also, we are so over the moon about this lovely feature on the Artifact Uprising site. They are masters in the craft of printing, and printed a beautiful book for us a little while ago.












“How many of you have ever tasted coffee from your home hill?” I asked while requesting a show of hands. One person raised their hand. One person. Just one. Over 200 coffee farmers were circled around us at the community gathering point on Gaharo hill. It was hot and dusty. The morning light of Africa falling harshly on people’s faces. The community elders sat behind rustic wooden tables. The rest of the community sat on small benches or on the ground. We spent the morning listening to the challenges the farmers are facing, sharing ideas and thoughts about change and the future.


Lauren, Long Miles’ Farmer Relations Officer (FRO), drawing out the coffee supply chain it in the dirt to help the farmers understand the journey of their coffee.







fixing the LMCP vehicle near Heza washing station




Portra 400 Canon EOS3, Canon 5D Mk III






The bag jumping kid is the afternoon entertainement.
^Do you see him? He’s a seriously good hider.

Burundi coffee in all it’s glory.
I love warehouse light, it’s strange but true.
A quick chat with LMCP’s new head of logistics, John. Poor Myles, by this point he’s had it because he mis-jumped. Whoops ; ) Happens to the best jumpers out there ; )





Truthfully, a fancy forklift is a pretty amazing sight in Burundi.
…and this Burundi coffee is outta here! Sigh. of. relief.




I was photographing farmer stories most of the day, but I managed to sneak out to capture a few of the happenings at the station.
Wait until you see and read this farmer’s story. Wow! He was an absolute dream come true to photograph. Connecting with him was an experience I will never forget. 
Neo “helping out” with farmer payments.
He gave up helping dad, had a “no-nap meltdown” and landed up in the ol’ Granny Landy with the ipad.
Myles learned how to shoot a bow and arrow from our resident washing station guard, Jean. Of course, Jean sent the bow and arrow home with us and we’ve had to oversee daily practice sessions ever since.
I never can resist photographing the bikes! Millions of bike pictures. Mill-IONS.
Lookie, it’s the LMCP washing station! 5 months ago this was a hill full of eucalyptus trees being grown for firewood and charcoal.
Pay day happiness.





