I took a number of photos (including yesterday's) of this very nice farmer until she finally got embarrassed, laughed and stood up to chat.
She told me that when she was a girl and in the days before machines planted the rice, they used to stretch dozens of strings from one end of the field to the next so everyone would plant their rows in a straight line. She said the part she disliked most was having to walk backwards through the muddy field as she planted so that she didn't trample on the seedlings. I asked if there were fast planters and slow ones and she laughed and said "of course! The kids were always the slowest because we were always stopping to play." And indeed, three of her grandchildren were sitting in the back of a truck nearby. I asked them why they weren't working alongside their grandmother and they just smiled. I think their grandmother realized from her own experience that she didn't really need their "help."