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Sugar cane


As we nudged our way up to Mackay we saw our first sugar cane plantations.  I know, I know we are going to see lots more of it but it was exciting to welcome these first stands.

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  1. I've never been through this part of Queensland before so looking forward to seeing it through your eyes.

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    1. I had been right up north as a kid but remembered hardly anything. On the other hand, my husband went up there as a kid about the same age and remembered heaps. I dunno what I was doing ... sleeping probably.

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  2. When the flower blooms it is time to harvest so you might not see lots more.

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    1. Ah yes, we discovered that those flowers mean harvest time.

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  3. I don't think I've ever noticed the flowers before!

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    1. I hadn't either. They are so pretty with loads and loads of pinkish fluffy flowers across the field. There are more shots somewhere in the sequence.

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