While we are experiencing a rainless spring in Iran, many rice fields were still intact and farmers were standing by, waiting for the wet season and rainy days to finally start planting rice. It could be understood as rice cultivation needs water more than any other agriculture and rice fields are literally submerged in water.
So after a few passionate showers of rain, it was as if the spell of waiting finally broke. On the way to the sea by bike, I could see rice fields and women workers standing in the middle of the submerged rice fields planting rice.
The process itself begins with leveling, rolling, and preparing the field, flooding, planting half-grown seeds, and fertilizing. (2-3 cm grown rice seedlings called Nesha). The hardworking women workers, who are up to their knees in the mud, start planting ready-made seedlings in the ground (one by one).
They are engaged in transplanting from morning to evening. It is a difficult task and leaves behind beautiful farms.
I continued my way to the sea and spent a few minutes by the beach thinking about that hard and time-consuming process. I wanted to see some women workers while coming back and start a conversation with them, but unfortunately, it was too late and they had returned home already. maybe another time.
