So this is how I found myself pushing a plow behind a buffalo, along with my colleagues and a brave state senator, to show how wonderful this method is. No doubt my technique wowed the locals and will revolutionize Thai agriculture as we know it. This is going on my resume:
I started plowing in borrowed boots, but they were too big, so if you look closely you can see that I went barefoot, as many farmers do (when in Rome). The flowered necklace was a gift as part of the ceremony, and it smelled amazing.
Buffalo cooling off in the mud.
"Organic fertilizer" on our feet after plowing. Conjure this image the next time you eat some tasty rice!
good to know you're pickn up some farmin skills... love the pix of you with the buffalo... can't wait for the next update :)
ReplyDeleteIs it bad that i know which pair of feet are ours?!
ReplyDeleteWell, now I'd say you've got my working on a pig farm story beat... looks fun!
ReplyDeletePeter you worked on a pig farm??
ReplyDeletePS izz tell shamrock farm they can hire me when they get back! i've got skillz.
I'm sure the ceremonial, sweet-smelling flower necklace has root in practicality, seeing the natural fertilizer...
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