Neighbourhood Rice Harvesting, or, I Tried For Literally Hours to Think of a Good Pun for Harvesting Rice, but the Best I Could Come up With Was ‘Abolish Rice’

It’s rice-planting season here in the Kiso valley. And you know what that means? That’s right – ten thousand frogs croaking just outside my bedroom window literally all night. But while I’ve long gotten used to sound (and now actually find it kind of relaxing), this time around it’s only serving to remind me thatContinue reading “Neighbourhood Rice Harvesting, or, I Tried For Literally Hours to Think of a Good Pun for Harvesting Rice, but the Best I Could Come up With Was ‘Abolish Rice’”