It was a rough day for the family, but in the afternoon, James and I went for a walk down the mountain instead of up. We liked the rice paddies,
the fenceposts (phallus topped, or serving as a drying rack for boots),
the ruined homestead overgrown with vines (with a functioning house next door),
the wood pile for winter,
the mystery containers,
the traditional compost creation system: dried leaves as bedding for cattle, to be mixed with manure to form compost,
the bird-like blossoms of the red-flowering trees,
and evidence of three sisters cultivation: corn and squash at least.
