We crossed the border into Victoria cruising down a lovely timbered road before breaking into the rich dairy country of Gippsland. It is wonderful to see the land green after more than 10 years of very dry weather. But most of the state of Victoria is still drought declared.
Musing:
The Pasture by Robert Frost
"I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha'n't be gone long. You come too.
I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother. It's so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha'n't be gone long. You come too."
Mmm, it would be just as common I think, depending on the temperament and the intelligence of your horse. Like good and bad drivers, I suppose.
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ReplyDeleteNot a nice whay to die I suppose. No quick emegergency medical care. Beautiful stone.
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He looks pretty forgotten, though, doesn't he? I like the style of wrough iron 'rope' that once hung around this grave. The grass looks as though it has not seen water for many a long month, although I think this not to be the case. I wonder if this is merely a form of dried off summer growth. I heard there is so much fodder out there that the bushfire threat in the coming season is immense.
ReplyDeleteit looks a little sad.... but i like this pic! and always interesting to read the cause of death..
ReplyDeleteThe iron frame of the grave seems very low! Almost suggests that this grave is not just overgrown but may have subsided over time! At least, it appears that there has been some natural disturbance!
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