9月 September in Kanbayashi

The intense heat and shrill scream of the cicadas in August makes way to the mellow chirp of grasshoppers. The rice has turned a golden yellow green and the days are punctuated by the beep beep beep of reversing rice harvesters as they manouver around the small rice fields. Figs are in season, hiding amongst large lobed leaves.  Some mornings I wake to find figs left to sweeten on the branches have disappeared overnight, probably in the hands of monkeys. 

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