On our way |
My homestay mother picks up the phone and announces to her neigbours - who all seem to be listening on the same line - "Everyone! We're on our way!"
Hana is excited. She doesn't bark but she criss-crosses us as we walk, stopping to stand in the ditch, letting her nose glide along the grasses. The sun is out and I can see Youtei-San looming over the valley, striped in green shadows. Clouds catch on the summit as they drift pass.
Big Carrots |
"We have eight types of potato. And three types of sweet potato," the husband explains. His eyes moving between me and my homestay mother, not sure how much I can understand. He takes us to the drying shed and shows us boxes upon boxes of this precious root vegetable. He even snaps a sweet potato open, showing off the bright purple flesh.
Pumpkins Everywhere |
"Do you want a box? Please take some!"
"No, no, I already have plenty at home," my homestay mother replies, embarrassed.
"Go on! You'll take a box, won't you?"
"On the way back," she says. "We're just off on the rounds." But we don't go back.
Greenhouse |
As we walk we come across... |
When we arrive home, a box of potatoes have been left outside the door. A bunch of spring onions trail from the garden wall. My homestay mother stops in her tracks.
"Oh, dear me," she says.
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