"The sapphire-misted mountains, the hot gold hush of noon"
I adore this country west of the Blue Mountains but even more I love the beatiful sapphire-misted mountains of home. We get there tomorrow.
"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring"
William Wordsworth
This looks like the south of Portugal, the Atentejo, on summertime.
ReplyDeleteIs that a cemetery?
ReplyDeleteGreat perspective ...
I guess you are referring to the things lined up in the distance ... they are hay bales. There's haymaking going on everywhere at this time of year.
ReplyDeleteWe don't have oblong hay bales that much anymore, they're usually rolled up into enormous "jelly rolls". The oblong bales are more for decorative purposes during the fall. It's a beautiful meadow.
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