“Nature will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain.”
Henry David Thoreau
Serendipity Farm is almost devoid of plains. Plains are not something that we get to see a lot of here in Tasmania. I struggled to find a few photos of “plains”. I then remembered that “plain” means more than one thing! I want to share someone here who is just “plain old comfortable”…
And here is one of the bush tracks within an hour of Serendipity Farm that we can head off to whenever we get bored of our regular dog walking tracks…it’s just “plain gorgeous”…
I (Sincerely, Emily) and in the same boat with Fran (figuratively speaking of course.) No open plains or prairies with beautifully dancing grasses. Just plain life happening around here.
A plain view of dinner (not quite a landscape, is it?)
I want to say “just plain life,” but my life is anything but plain. There is a lot of “not dabbling in normal” around here.
The plains are my (Alexandra) landscape. Although I spent my childhood in the rocky passages of Pennsylvania, my heart belongs to the prairie. My brother has an eye for its beauty:
Do you have great views of plains in your area?