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Kshara family farm is a small organic farm with a few plots to grow vegetables and two chicken coops noisy. The work is from dawn to dusk, when at noon for lunch an hour and a half to two hours. Quality of the work varies according to need, season and day of the week. So, for example, before the big delivery day, engage in crop harvest from the fields, weighing and packaging. On other days take time for odd jobs such as planting and deployment of the plastic sheeting greenhouse for the winter. But there is a craft that has to do every day, morning and evening. This task was entrusted my responsibility as a center of my work on the farm. The first morning, immediately after the incident "waiting polite", took me to San junks chicken coops and showed me how to clean up their drinking water channels and how to collect the eggs. After collection, record how many eggs were placed in each coop, then scrape them the biggest chunks of dirt using a kitchen knife. More gentle cleaning with a damp cloth, will be performed over the toilet storage at about the time of sale.
Frequent handling eggs gave me a form of security. Due to my poor language skills, I always over the toilet storage Roya some degree of confusion. It is such a central component of my life here, I almost no longer attaches particular importance. And here around occupation coops developed at least one part of daily routine, during which I knew exactly what was required of me and how I should do this. If this sounds obvious, you would probably never foreign over the toilet storage students in Japan.
During my time in the autumn he dissolved farm surprising speed and disappeared over the toilet storage without a trace. Bright over the toilet storage red autumn leaves gave way to bare branches. Temperatures, that had been typical Israeli winter, soon dropped and left me ice-breaking role. Oh well, at least the chickens did not care that I speak Hebrew.
Dealing with the cold when working out is not easy. Although the main work hut has a large wood stove, but most of the work is carried out in the fields or coops, away from the warmth comforting. He left very quickly became a heavy user from Japanese heating bags are sold here every street corner. Remove the plastic casing triggers a chemical reaction that causes the production of heat up to about 12 hours.
On the bag itself there is a part of the adhesive that allows it to attach to clothing, preferably on the first layer of clothing. My heavy addiction bags, combined with Hastrgtgi place where I put them (the lower back), made me think of myself as a winter version of the Duracell bunny. In fact, when we enter the end of the field work to the house cold, junk-san would say, "Well, you have to make dinner", it was not uncommon that I answer over the toilet storage in: "Just a minute, I have to replace the battery", over the toilet storage and it was clear to everyone that I intends to replace the heating bag, which is permanently on, a new one.
In general, over the toilet storage the farm and its surroundings immersed in beauty deriving from nature and the simple farming life. In fact, I think it makes sense to say that the early days, which helped me cope with the need to adapt to life in a Japanese over the toilet storage family, work around the clock and wake up early, is beauty in every corner over the toilet storage and so I miss Tokyo.
Except the opportunity to stretch, work on the farm allowed me to get to know a variety of vegetables and Japanese roots. If by then I would go out from the supermarket stricken with culture and fight, without having a clue of which ingredients I encountered and what can make them, the farm won a thorough acquaintance over the toilet storage with their lives, since collected from the ground to the expected arrival plate. Meals on the farm were mostly sight for sore eyes and palate, and lightly admirably prepared by junk-Sun or her husband Hideki-san. After months of mostly western dishes made known, and cheekily referred willing bento trays I bought the Japanese-feeders ", it's time to be on my mistake. A typical Japanese meal consists of rice (much less stay think), Mark, to some protein (fish or meat) and to spit. These were concocted and edited carefully at least twice a day on the small table in the family home.
Around meals, field work and care coops, through countless fragments of Japanese reinforced conversation in English, also began to break the ice he had us falling temperatures. Fortunately, as I have you seen in the last post, the Kasahara was not comprised of rigid and their attitude was open to cultural differences and accept. San junks also spent her youth years in various volunteer on organic farms in New Zealand, so knew too well the mute forced comes sometimes with embarrassment trailer language difficulties. Sometimes, in the short time between the end of the work for dinner, I was accompanied to San junks seemingly simple arrangements, which were the eyes of window through which generally do not have any access to it. Buying groceries at the supermarket or bakery-market, visit the local pottery shop and talk with the seller, and even collecting leftover organic goods from the store, prior to its closure during the holiday. Experiences themselves were interesting and as we drove out to us to converse on topics ranging over the toilet storage prominent cultural differences to the difficulties in mortgages.
One day, accompanied junks San time conducted a visit to an elderly couple from the community. The time was not late, but was now evening and was very dark. I thought all the farms to finish the job at sunset, so I was surprised to see the light that was still burning hut little work, who also served as a store selling farm produce of the elderly couple. I stood a little afraid of late? Junks San knocked on the door, striking height and feel overly cumbersome. There was a call that invited us to enter. The store was already closed, but the elderly couple, their bodies bent and wrinkled from years of hard work, more work in March. Junks San greeted them politely to peace, immediately offered the gift she brought (homemade sweet potato jam) and specified the reason for her visit.
These were the days before the Japanese New Year (Gregorian consolidated with the opening of the West), and junk-san wanted to learn how to prepare a traditional decoration designed to be hung on the door - Shim