Apple picking isn’t hard. You call up the labor broker and he shows up with 100 Mexicans. What’s hard about that?
Believe it or not, my husband picks apples every fall for a local farm. He’s 74 years old. He picks what they call Ivys. The best of the best which get sold at the college and at the farm stand for top dollar. He’s got a fast but gentle hand which keeps apples from bruising and picks them properly preserving next year’s apple bud. He picks about 4,000 bushels a season and they pay him well. Keeps him busy, strong and healthy. He’s done this most of his life even when he held a full time job. The farm hires him back every year and I assume one day they will call and tell me he died doing what he loves.