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Paddocks


After the church it's back to the featureless flat paddocks.

Musing:
From Figures in a Paddock by John Kinsella
"The sky is brittle blue,
foliage thin but determined:
colour indefinable beyond green."
Read the whole poem at John's website.
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  1. PJJune 2, 2009 at 12:07 PM

    It's the perfect collaboration, the picture and the poem.

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  2. JulieJune 2, 2009 at 1:53 PM

    I saw very few ploughed paddocks. None that I can recall. It must be too early in the season. Maybe I should go out again prior to the spring planting season.

    Do you call that long grass in the foreground, wiregrass?

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  3. Joan ElizabethJune 2, 2009 at 9:33 PM

    Likewise, I am wondering when they plough and plant. I guess I will just have to keeping going over the hill until I find out :-)

    Dunno about the grass.

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