Harvest festival Starting in Lijiang and moving north on to Shangri-La, then across to Dali , we watched the various harvests coming in. Maize, every village we passed had the corn cobs out to dry and were stacking them in the courtyards and on the upper levels of the houses.
sweetcorn and sunflowers
Some great scenes of villagers sorting through the cobs, and stripping the stalks. A communal event.
Sat outside in the street after dinner in Tacheng and were offered raw chestnuts by the villagers as they sat around and chatted. Throwing the skins, like everything else, to the ground.
Chillis, red and spicy, hanging from every corner of every house in long trailing garlands.
Walnuts, in profusion. HeTao. Lone girls with back baskets picking the fallen fruit with gloved hands, to avoid the yellow staining. Sweet chestnuts were falling too.
Sat outside in the street after dinner in Tacheng and were offered raw chestnuts by the villagers as they sat around and chatted. Throwing the skins, like everything else, to the ground.
Near Dali the crops were mixed with tobacco, great leaves balanced in overloaded baskets, and unique buildings dotted along the roads, the drying sheds. a growing industry no doubt as in China as there seems to be no anti-smoking awareness yet.
Then across the plains and valleys, lemon yellow fields of rice, softly turning gold. The crops that were ready, fields filled with colourful minority villagers, baskets on backs.
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