Wednesday, December 10, 2008

South of my Days

by Judith Wright (excerpt)

South of my days' circle, part of my blood's country.
rises that tableland, high delicate outline
of boney slopes wincing under the winter,
low-trees blue-leaved and olive, outcropping granite -
clean, lean, hungry country. The creek's leaf-silenced.
willow-choked, the slope a tangle of medlar and crabapple
branching over and under, blotched with a green lichen;
and the old cottage lurches in for shelter.

As Gail and the agronomist tramped each paddock looking for damaged and diseased trees they bickered
over letting the sunshine in versus maintaining the canopy. Gail erred on the cautious side.
Peter's local bloke with a portable sawmill set up
for a few days and milled the felled timbers in preparation for
the fences creating the rotation paddocks to be carved out during the early autumn.


Joan Elizabeth said...

I can see you are having some display problems. The layouts must take you ages ... if you keep that up you will wear out!

Julie said...

*grin* ... yes ... but if I solve the generic problem then I should be able to create any combination of boxes I need.

But yes - you are right! And when I wear out it is not a pretty sight is it?

Taa ...

PJ said...

I see you're back, Julie. I like your new look.

Ann said...

I thought you were supposed to be spending less time blogging, not more. I still have no idea how are you doing the layout, it may not be quite what you intended but its very effective.

Z said...

Oh, lovely *lumber*! The cross-sections are quite photogenic.

Joan Elizabeth said...

I'm back from holidays. And its great to see you have this layout working with the words now -- perfect accompanyment to interesting photos.

Now to savour the rest of your posts over the next few days. And sort through my own pics.