It’s harvest time. The rice that we’ve watched grow for months – starting from the drab, brown fields during tsuyu, then sprouting up like so:
I have no idea what system the farmers use to determine when to cut the rice, though this fascinating journal entry on the harvest mentions a few different kinds. But it sure is beautiful to watch!
I’ve learned to love the smell of rice fields. It’s extremely subtle and you have to breathe in deep to get a whiff, but then you catch a lovely, musky-sweet, unique scent. The feeling of the rice grains if you run your hands along them is a little rough and prickly in one direction, and smooth in the other.
On top of it all, for the past couple of weeks we’ve had the most amazing, enormous skies:
Autumn in Japan = love!