Late dusk, our landlord showed up at our farmhouse, 32-years ago today
in Japan, with a big basket of roast beans. He asked if we'd completed
豆まき (we'd simply tossed a couple of beans at each other). He opened all
the doors and windows, and threw big handfuls of beans in every corner as we
all bellowed 「鬼は外！福は内！」Very memorable - we were still finding dried beans
throughout the year.
