Five Minutes In A Very Yellow Field ~ Regular Random

The field of oil seed rape behind the house has burst into full yellowness under our sudden heat wave. Its scent is lovely too – for now. Later it will be all downhill to odour of rotting cabbage. Something to look forward to then. In the meantime I’ve been having great fun snapping away and capturing the glow in all directions. Those of you who often visit this spot will recognise the old windmill on top of Windmill Hill, seen here from my less than usual angle.

 

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Regular Random Frequently Flying Scientist Desley Jane challenges us to spend only five minutes with a given subject. Please visit her to find out more.

54 thoughts on “Five Minutes In A Very Yellow Field ~ Regular Random

  1. I love the way you focus on your subject, the rape seed flower. You change the angle and perspective to create variety within a single theme. Well done, Tish!

  2. The equivalent of a roll in the hay? 🙂 🙂 It’s wonderfully uplifting, Tish, and very pretty in close up. I usually just see it over a hedge.

    1. I’m rather thrilled to get to play in it. There are secret pathways in amongst the crop – made by the mega tractor when it was spraying. In places the plants are taller than me. It’s like a yellow forest.

      1. They’re fairly careful about when they do it, and of course some of the applications are fertiliser rather than pesticide. Certainly the last dose a couple of weeks ago was. The plants grew from a foot high to five feet in a blink of an eye. And we do have a band of uncultivated field between us and the crop. But yes, it’s not something we’re altogether happy about.

      1. Now come along. It’s all about practise. You’re an architect. You understand foundations, walls and roofs. Or as the King says in Alice in Wonderland “Begin at the beginning – and go on till you come to the end: then stop.” Thinking of Kenyan writers, I used to really love Wahome Mutahi’s Whispers column. There was a man who told a good yarn. Sadly no more with us.

  3. Gorgeous gallery of shots Tish 🙂 In all the time I was in the UK I never got up close to a rape field, so had no idea what the flowers actually look like (nor that they have odoriferous qualities).

  4. five minutes is such a short while… ah, but everything is relative, we’re taught. Google is not providing me with the name in Hebrew, but I’ll keep looking. I had no idea such flowers (they are canola, aren’t they?) could get that high… but of course, we get higher still, walking among them. Right now we are getting a ferocious wind, and rain is expected shortly, so it feels more like winter than spring… but I’m going to look for these flowers as soon as the weather improves… thanks, Tish; it’s beautiful.

    1. This crop, though an old one in its original form, is definitely a feature of intensive agriculture in the UK. I don’t remember seeing it as a child, but then in those days farmers still carried out traditional crop rotation plus manuring – leaving fields fallow every fourth year. Now oilseed rape seems to be the crop of choice between wheat growing. Views across the Shropshire landscape, and indeed much of England just now, are really quite startling. A bright yellow country!

      1. I love the name – ‘Wenlock Edge’ – it really captures my imagination. I like the idea of looking down from the edge to a sea of green and yellow.

      2. The name Wenlock is said to be Welsh, meaning white church, and appears to go back to post-Roman times. But before that, the prehistoric (Bronze Age) trading route across the Shropshire Hills into Wales probably went along Wenlock Edge. It is certainly a place that captures the imagination. At the moment its hanging woodlands have hazy blue carpets – bluebells!

      3. I have never seen a bluebell beyond photographic representations. They seem such unlikely flowers – a carpet of blue in a green wood. How interesting that your area has such a long built history. I really enjoying seeing such places when I was in Europe and the UK.
        The idea of such an ancient trade route really captures the imagination – I wonder what they traded?
        You probably explain it somewhere on your blog but why the name ‘Edge’? Do the hills fall away in a cliff?

      4. First the Edge. It’s an uplifted 400 million year old sea bed, so on its westerly side it is incredibly steep, almost sheer in places. I think I remember reading it’s 1000 ft at its highest. It’s about 20 miles long so very conspicuous as you come up from the Shropshire plain. As to the trade route, I discovered another prehistoric one when we were out yesterday in Clun (small South Shropshire settlement). These trade routes go back to the Neolithic at least. E.g. stone axes were exported from an ‘axe factory’ in what is now Wales. Other stone tools and weapons were apparently also traded as not everywhere had good sources of flint to make them. Later the Bronze Age smiths seem to have travelled about, basically exchanging old and broken items for new ones. At least this is the explanation for discoveries of caches of bronze tools that include broken stuff. Gold was another prehistoric trade item – sources in Wales. Also some pottery. And then there must have been the stories – oh, to be able to listen back in time to some of those 🙂

      5. What a beautifully descriptive piece of writing. I can imagine the scene. The Edge sounds spectacular – it must have held special significance for those early traders. Your area sounds like a veritable font of stories that would really suit your writing style. In a way, I feel you are listening back in time and gathering the stories,

  5. I know rapeseed is much-maligned, but I do love these yellow fields, and close-up the flower is as beautiful as Honesty or a wallflower. Beautifully photographed, Tish.

    1. Thank you, Ali. I wish though that farmers would go back to growing flax. There was a moment some years ago when we were treated to sky blue fields, and flax has so many uses and benefits and said to be good for the soil.

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