Wagon loads of wheat straw await transport to the barn.
I was born and bred a city boy. Living in a small town in a large farming district has opened my eyes and sensitivities to the turn of the seasons, and to where my food comes from.
Wagon loads of wheat straw await transport to the barn.
I was born and bred a city boy. Living in a small town in a large farming district has opened my eyes and sensitivities to the turn of the seasons, and to where my food comes from.
Lines plowed into a field lead to a farm house, outbuildings, and bush.
In a scene of soft green, brown, and grey-blue with a dash of white, a red farm shed makes a vivid counterpoint.
A bright white farm house offers a pleasing contrast to a hazy sky and the deep green of field and bush.