It was funny, though, starting out. I started right beside the old barn, right in the place where the cobra lived last year. The area is bare now, but still I looked around carefully as I tossed the rice. It's amazing how much the farm transforms from dry season to wet season and back again to dry season. Soon the fields will be deep in water and there will be fish and shrimps, crabs and
Pea was hugely happy to be planting. She loves the farm from deep inside her soul. And so does Mae. They're just happy to sit there in the quiet, a breeze blowing, clouds racing across the sky. They've known that farm all their lives. They've planted the fields and harvested the fields all their lives. It's their place on earth.
Yesterday we even had an extra bonus: we're in the height of red ant egg season! We came home with a bounty of red ant eggs, riding the motorbike tired but cool with a breeze. In the air there was a wonderfully familiar smell of tender rice seedlings coming up in fields all around. It's a smell that's hard to describe: sweet, almost like jasmine rice cooking in the kitchen, but more