Of a village farmer in Japan,

She was dressed in traditional farmer’s clothes and had a bright, clear ruddy face- like a calendar of early mornings and the weather of all seasons. Her body was spare from the constant physical work of farming… I could almost feel the rhythms in her body of planting, cutting, patting rice balls, kneading wheat flower, chopping vegetables, and lifting and slapping wet mud up onto the banks of rice fields in early spring.

From Village Japan, Ritchie