"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring" William Wordsworth
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New crops
We are on our way home passing fields sown with new crops. I think this might be canola so it will be pretty around here in a few weeks time (about now).
Tumbleweed It was August (known to be a windy month of the year) and it was blowing a gale. Tumbleweeds hurtled across our path, pressed forward by the busy wind. While I was photographing the tumbleweed, I braved the icy blast to find a few more tiny flowers and fruits by the roadside.
Ah ... this feeds (!) into my current mania about food bowls and water resources ...
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