I decided to show the haystacks at Round Swamp after all.
Musing:
Haymaking by John Clare
"Tis haytime & the red complexioned sun
Was scarcely up ere blackbirds had begun
Along the meadow hedges here & there
To sing loud songs to the sweet smelling air
Where breath of flowers & grass & happy cow
Fling oer ones senses streams of fragrance now
While in some pleasant nook the swain & maid
Lean oer their rakes & loiter in the shade
Or bend a minute oer the bridge & throw
Crumbs in their leisure to the fish below
---Hark at that happy shout---& song between
Tis pleasures birthday in her meadow scene
What joy seems half so rich from pleasure won
As the loud laugh of maidens in the sun."
Musing:
Haymaking by John Clare
"Tis haytime & the red complexioned sun
Was scarcely up ere blackbirds had begun
Along the meadow hedges here & there
To sing loud songs to the sweet smelling air
Where breath of flowers & grass & happy cow
Fling oer ones senses streams of fragrance now
While in some pleasant nook the swain & maid
Lean oer their rakes & loiter in the shade
Or bend a minute oer the bridge & throw
Crumbs in their leisure to the fish below
---Hark at that happy shout---& song between
Tis pleasures birthday in her meadow scene
What joy seems half so rich from pleasure won
As the loud laugh of maidens in the sun."
Look at those wasted water tanks .. lying there to corode. Look at that old Jeep ...
ReplyDeleteWhen we were on the farm, Alan French left an old Jeep under the Appple Tree that held our farm sign. We spent many an imagining being John Wayne on the sands of Normandy ..
An Apple Tree is a variety of eucalypt .. not a tree that produces apples to eat.
What a peaceful landscape! Love the pastel tones on this shot!
ReplyDeleteYou reminded me of my mother who liked to gaze out the kitchen window at the Apple growing on the block next door. I used to wonder why she called it an "Apple" when there were never any apples on it.
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