Planting Rice 2012 ...

It is that time of year again and our neighbors are very busy planting their fields.  Rice is so much a part of the fabric of village life, yet so foreign to most outsiders.  Things are changing for sure as everything becomes more mechanized but on days like today one can glimpse the soul of village life, the way it was in simpler times and sometimes still is.

Some may see only dirty backbreaking work but from my house I can hear their laughter and friendly banter.  Taunts of going “inter”, as in international, and perhaps finding a farang were heard as I walked among them.  I assured them they would indeed be gracing the pages of my blog as they had in the past.  Have a look at these photos taken this morning, as I mingled in their midst managing just barely to stay out of the mud.  Take a look and see if you can see what I see.  At posting they are still out in the field, spirits still high, undaunted by the task at hand.

Another day another field.