As a five year old I lived with my grandparents in a small isolated village in the foothills of the Austrian Alps. This was about 1953 until 1958. Rural life had its own rhythm which now seemed more akin to the 19th century. Small family fields were plowed with the milk cow which was also used to bring in the hay and the harvest. Everything planted had a use. Each tree on these small family farms bore fruits or nuts. Ornamentals were for the well to do- perhaps the village doctor who had a more secure source of income. Each farmstead depended on a variety of fruit and other crops. If one thing did not do well that year, then other harvests such as the chestnuts or the pears and apples for hard cider might be plentiful.