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The yellow flowers on the roadside are canola. How annoying is that, when I wanted to see it in the field its flowers had all gone and yet in the wild they are still flowering weeks later.

Temperature 36C.

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  1. I expect to see heat rising from the bitumen in front of that truck. Can smell the diesel from here.

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  2. I wonder what that means?? Are they using something to make the harvest easier? I love seeing fields of this, the photo you had earlier was so amazingly beautiful. Nice follow-up.

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  3. Even the truck seems to suffer from the heat ...

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  4. harrumph! Canola that's been genetically modified to grow into bitumen, so that there'll be no sign of us after the big.... well the big whatever!

    ;-)

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  5. *grn*

    He's over his jetlag, and he's back online!

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  6. harrumph! What a wonderful grumpy
    old man word.

    Though I agree that Canola is naughty the way it so quickly escapes from the field to the wild. Makes a total joke of pretending that genetically modified crops can be quarantined and controlled.

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