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It’s yellow yellow all the way. The canola fields we saw at the beginning of this long journey were joined by the beautiful spring flowering wattle.


Oh dear, in recent weeks farmers in this west, delighted at their great crop this year after years of drought had them devastated by floods. This beautiful land can be very harsh.

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  1. JulieNovember 21, 2010 at 7:31 AM

    I have to smile when I see a farmer bemoaning the rain and its effect on their crops. They are the biggest socialists out, farmers ...

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  2. Joan ElizabethNovember 21, 2010 at 7:27 PM

    Julie, yes I agree but I wouldn't choose their lot. I can bewail the ups and downs of my garden but my living does not depend on it.

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  3. UnknownNovember 22, 2010 at 5:17 AM

    Yellow indeed! Lovely.

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