Come the end of the annual monsoon, all eyes turn to the rice paddies, watching for the ripening of the grain. Spirits have been dampened by some unseasonal rains, bringing anguish about the state of the crop. This year, after a heavy monsoon that lingered a little past it’s welcome, the harvest finally came a little later, too.
The fields in front of our home are a mix of both cultivated rice paddies and fallow fields of wild grasses.
Each year, we undertake the big job of harvesting as much as we can of the organic matter that the fields have to offer.