Finished tying paper bags around grape bunches. A simple job which I overcomplicate by fussing over technical matters.
“Tom, your tying is sloppy!”. “You`re putting the bag on wrong!”. “Those are not even grapes!”.
The enormous size of the grapes still shocks me. Giant green jewels drugged-up with sprays of the plant hormone gibberellin. Unnaturally big, too stretched and too surgical; too interfered with. Would make nice earrings though.
Afternon off: Relaxed in living room with farmer, supping wheat tea. Treated to a cut of benibana yokan (saffron-flavoured sweet beanjelly).
Handed one of his business cards revealing another of his faces. He`s a Green Knight of Zao, a guardian of the forests.
Told me about Noh, an obscure kind of religious theatre. He is a member of the local society. Opened a glass case to show his collection of 70-odd Noh scripts, all written in hentaigana. Taught me the art of walking, sliding our feet across the wooden floor. It was easier than hooking horse shit.
Evening: Rain continues. Farmer and his wife drove to distant Sendai for regional meeting of the spiritual group they recently joined.
Daughter drove me down to the valley for a bath. Onsens either closed or packed full. Water-pipes still not fixed in many areas. Took a shower alone in the stable. Creepy in the dark. Just me and my 6 four-legged employers.
I wished them yoroshiku (good favour) for tomorrow morning.