Darken or color (an illustration or diagram) with parallel pencil lines or a block of color
relative darkness caused by light rays being intercepted by an opaque body; "it is much cooler in the shade"; "there's too much shadiness to take good photographs"
shadow: cast a shadow over
play a percussion instrument
A long narrow hill, esp. one separating two parallel valleys
a musical percussion instrument; usually consists of a hollow cylinder with a membrane stretched across each end
make a rhythmic sound; "Rain drummed against the windshield"; "The drums beat all night"
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Politics in the Sun
The love of field and coppice Of green and shaded lanes, Of ordered woods and gardens Is running in your veins. Strong love of grey-blue distance, Brown streams and soft, dim skies I know, but cannot share it, My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of drought and flooding rains. I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea, Her beauty and her terror The wide brown land for me!
The stark white ring-barked forests, All tragic to the moon, The sapphire-misted mountains, The hot gold hush of noon, Green tangle of the brushes Where lithe lianas coil, And orchids deck the tree-tops, And ferns the warm dark soil.
Core of my heart, my country! Her pitiless blue sky, When, sick at heart, around us We see the cattle die But then the grey clouds gather, And we can bless again The drumming of an army, The steady soaking rain.
Core of my heart, my country! Land of the rainbow gold, For flood and fire and famine She pays us back threefold. Over the thirsty paddocks, Watch, after many days, The filmy veil of greenness That thickens as we gaze…
An opal-hearted country, A wilful, lavish land All you who have not loved her, You will not understand though Earth holds many splendours, Wherever I may die, I know to what brown country My homing thoughts will fly.
Dorothea MacKellar
Shades Of Brown ... ( Or Dead Protea )
While down at my parents place I happened to look into the old 44 gallon drum I had used to burn off all the fallen branches twigs and leaves. Mum must have thrown some Protea in the drum that she had picked from the two huge trees that are in the yard. Seeing we had a bit of rain (There's that word again Roy!) and a ray of sunshine beaming into the drum. Thought I had better go get the camera.
The hole in the drum is from the pick I used to punch holes for air ventilation.