-the reason behind the creation of the “Whisper of Roots” article category-
My great-great-grandfather was a farmer. Not a modern farmer with tractors and weather apps. But a farmer who walked to the rice fields, who read the seasons by the direction of the wind, and who planted with prayer and harvested with gratitude.
He passed away long before I was born. All I have are the stories from my mother: that my great-grandfather was never rich, but his funeral was attended by people from seven villages.
“Why?” I asked.