Rape Fields

Three Rape Fields, oil on canvas, 10" x 12", 2009

It's that time of year when the hayfeverish start snuffling and sneezing all over the place, bemoaning their misfortune non stop. Most blame, or so I am told, should apparently be laid at the door of the oilseed rape plantations whose radioactive glow shouts out across the landscape right now. I know practically nothing about oil seed  rape, except that it used to be fit only for cattle cake or something, but now its oil is, officially, the new olive oil.  I do like it's crazy stand out showiness on the landscape; driving through Strathearn the other day, I pointed out a yellow field to Florence (almost three) and she responded: 'Maybe somebody's been painting that field.' Nice idea, and now somebody has indeed painted it.

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