The last week in NZ was chicken slaughter - necks broken and slit and bled and plucked and gutted and into the woodstove and on our plates same day, it was a community grape harvest and the start of wine, it was autumn coming around, bottling the winter beer, harvesting the last of the apples, and heading to Japan.
A bit of city life in Osaka and now in Sasayama, village life, rice paddies, thatched roofs, drinking matcha before walking to the temple before breakfast, pots of genmaicha throughout the day, 80-year-old women in the fields, baby goats, rice hulls as mulch, daikon everywhere.
More to come.
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