When people in my village tried to stay at home to avoid the heat of sun, I was the opposite. I was walking to the rice field under the sun burning with hard glistens without any reason for my day off.
It seem like today my body wants to take a long rest after a week with full work, I let it flow as its want. Along the trait leading me to the fields, there were some minority young boys bathing on the streams while I was finding the way to get down the field. I thought they were fishing but I am totally wrong. They did not bring any tools to do it. Taking a shower on the streams is a common activity in my village. They stay together in a group of minorities and live in harmony with nature, they always go to the forest, collect the leaves and food for their meals. They are unaccustomed to grow the vegetables or raise chickend or pigs for food by themselves. It is very rare and will be weird if I can find out a garden of vegetables in their land.
Said goodbye to those boys, I kept crossing the rough trait to get down the valley.
Both side of the valley are covered by trees and trees. They cultivated insdustrial crops such as coffee, timbers, peppers and so on. Some of area has been turned over to prepare for the new seasons.
The scent of ripe rice fields spreads on my nose, it reminds me about green rice, a famous food in Ha Noi. Do not miss this one when you have a chance visit to the capital of Viet Nam. They made it by a special way that brings to you all the flavour that it has.
Some of field has been harvest in the end of December last year. They design the water- supply for the field by digging the gutters beside the path at edge of ricefield then take the water from the streams flowing to the gutters. Just like that, around the rice field are full of gutter and water. Luckily I wore a pair of boot that protect my feet from wet. :D
Going ahead as over 100 steps. I heard the voices of man and woman in the between fields. Oh, turn out they are harverting the ripe rice. To have a field to crop like this, they must to start transplanting from the beginning of January, that is why we named this harvest season by the word “3-month rices”. The rice harvested this time will not be more sticky than 6-months rices. Looking at them work hard in the field, I truly want to ask a favor to join with them but I cannot speak their language, lol and they were so focused on cropping, I did not dare to break that vibe.
The green color of grass, the yellow color of ripe field and the reddish-brown of land create a great combination as the landscape portrait. Sometimes, the combination by chance has a strangely attractive beauty that I cannot explain. I sat on the shadown of a big tree, thought about what I will do at June. Standing between 2 options: leave or stay here, there was no way for me to get out. In a moment of confusing, I decided to do nothing till that time.
I intended to wander more time but I had forgotten that I need to prepare lunch for everyone at home. Due to the weekend, no one in home want to wallow in cooking for sure. And of course I do not want to be exhausted with a starved belly till the afternoon. Time flies like arrow. Before going back home, I hold my cellphone to take some pictures. Although I did not bring my camera, I got a good sensation to take some well by the cellphone.
Next time, I am going to visit this rice field again in the early morning, to get rid of the sunshine as well as the heat burning me as the fire in the oven.
Thank for stopping by my short story today, nothing much more happier to have a great community to share my daily story. Have a nice weekend, Hivers!
