You know we hit well below the target

Sheep are feeding in the meadow.

The sheep were feeding in the meadow.

That's almost the size of South America.

This is in Portland. That is an actual development.

A cowboy is driving cattle to the pasture.

We saw cows grazing in the meadow.

No longer is that animal waste being used as natural manure to restore nitrogen to the pastureland.

If you don't finish these tasks before 2pm,

It's time to move on to pastures new.

And it was only just before he died in 2005 that he actually said, I'm happy with this.

Now I've learnt to observe the land, and work with it rather then fight against it.

And fruits and fodder

And fruits and grass,

and fruits, and pastures,

And fruits and herbage

And fruits and Abba (herbage, etc.),

And fruits and vegetables.

and fruits and pastures

And fruits and grasses

fruits and pastures,

and fruit and pastures,

And fruit and grass

fruits, and grass.

And fruits and herbage

and fruits and fodder

And fruits and fodder,

And it's all built on the foundation of healthy, living soil.

So this is a blog devoted to unfortunate portraiture.

I got a bottle of bourbon up in my office.

True, they rather order me about some, and make me jump from spar to spar, like a grasshopper in a May meadow.

CHAPTER 13 House Warming

Away from pastures and bridges and people too familiar... and reminders too painful.

Meadow?

The meadow.

Cows are eating grass in the meadow.

What I'll do here is just get on target with this

At every Himba village, there is a sacred fire.

The stream winds through the meadow.

On the meadow?

I want every home and pasture checked every Trojan to be brought inside the city walls.

Common, meadow

He'd drive that car to a place like, uh Uh

There, too, I admired, though I did not gather, the cranberries, small waxen gems, pendants of the meadow grass, pearly and red, which the farmer plucks with an ugly rake, leaving the smooth meadow in a snarl, heedlessly measuring them by the bushel and the dollar only, and sells the spoils of the meads to Boston and New York destined to be jammed, to satisfy the tastes of

If we were to leave them out on the land, it's actually bad for the pastures because they carve up the grass and it hasn't got enough time to recover for the next spring.