A narrow road leads from the stately home, uphill to the five barred gate and cattle gridded entrance. The fields alongside are sown with oil-seed rape. The flowers are beginning to show. In a couple of weeks the plants will be chest high, brash and boastful and highly scented, the scourge of hay-fever sufferers.
At the base of a telegraph pole, I spot a different yellow – three tulips.
monoculture
margarine yellow flowers
and butter tulips
2 comments:
Oh I like that.
The margarine/butter distinction is very good.
Thanks, Chloe.
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