My little Brier patch of choice is way up north in Thailand, a mountainous province near Lao (the country formerly known as Laos), where Thai is the second language behind the northern dialect, and in some villages maybe the third, behind the northern dialect and archaic Lao (Thai Puan).
This pic was taken this week, second week in July, and this is the second rice crop going in. Many parts of Thailand get two rice crops every year, the best areas of the central valley get three. I'm no farmer, but when I look at the soil in these blessed parts of Thailand I get that warm, secure feeling of food on the table. Great soil; plenty of water; never cold; a river full of fish every hundred feet or so; every tree is full of fruit; this place is beloved of God.