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Borenore


On the way home we went through Borenore (15kms outside Orange) which proudly announces on the entrance into town that it is home of the Borenore shop (note singular) and Australian National Field Days which according to their website is "Australia's oldest annual agricultural exhibition where visitors will see a vast range of agricultural machinery, implements, services and ideas. Each year over 600 exhibitors from throughout Australia and overseas display their products and services at our event." So for a few days each year the place becomes alive.

Musing:
I Meant To Do My Work Today by Richard Le Gallienne
I meant to do my work today,
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.

And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand--
So what could I do but laugh and go?
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  1. JulieJune 14, 2009 at 12:05 PM

    Oh I do like that poem and let out an audible grunt of pleasure.

    That photograph is so memorable for me: the sheer sparseness of the home paddock. I am surprised that they allowed themselves two chimblies.

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  2. UnknownJune 15, 2009 at 4:53 AM

    It must be a really busy event to contrast with this peaceful and lovely scenery.

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