One day in late October, we were invited by a relative to pick up a bag of freshly-harvested rice for a wedding gift. I love rolling around the area as there is such a mix of rice fields, houses, shinkansen tracks, tiny roads, medium hills, various scare crows and whatnot.
rural and urban contexts are sorta fuzzy and blended in Japan #generalization
Anyhow, we met the nice relative lady, drank tea with her and told some stories about our honeymoon ramble and whatnot (the usual things about my country and experience in Japan), picked up the rice and well… evidence follows:
Picking up a large sack of Okayama rice from wife’s mom’s cousin’s (or something…) fieldOh and here’s the bag of ricegrown here (or close by)
