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13. Country churches

I've taken lots of lonely little country churches but my all time favourite is this little churck nestled among the pretty weeds -- made of corrugated iron too.


  1. a beautiful capture of this quaint church Joan. I immediately though of the lyrics to the song "Oh! come to the church in the wildwood"

    1. I am not familiar with this song. I see Julie has looked it up.

  2. Diane! I did not realise that your background encompassed hymns!

    Are they thistle flowers, Joan? With your prodigious knowledge of flowers/weeds I would have thought you would have said they were thistles if, indeed, they happen to be thistles. But you didn't, so I guess they aren't. So ... ummm ... what are they?

    1. Not thistles. I would say Verbena bonariens. Commonly called purple top. Not a native plant

  3. So ... I went and listened to this song. First by Dolly Parton, and then by The Carter Family. It is more C&W than hymnal. There is a lot more to DP than hair and torso.

    1. I listened too. Yes c&w. I like c&w but only in small doses.


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