This article doesn't surprise me. In the 1870s many farmers claimed rain followed the plough and tried to grow wheat at Farina in South Australia, 1000km north of where it will grow, and where Goyder said it would. He marked a line on a map, the 10" rainfall isohyet, as the northern most limits of successful agriculture in South Australia. The 1870s were very wet, so cropping took place well north of this line, Farina was its most optimistic expression. Come the dry seasons in 1879-1880, it was a very rapid retreat staged by the farmers, to where Goyder had suggested. Really what this article is suggesting, is not that rain follows the plough but flees the axe. And the axe has been very busy in this country, and farmers are very protective of their right to use it. South Australia passed legislation many years ago protecting forest and woodland remnants-scrub-and the bulldozers were at wotk day and night in the weeks and months before the legislation became law. Now we have some science to show that right for what it is. Bob Hawke, as Prime Minister, wanted to plant a billion trees in the 1980s, 50 billion, perhaps 100 billion, should have been the aim. The photo shows Mount Misery on Yorke Peninsula, in the middle of a very large area sewn to barley. Once the whole area was scrub like that still on the mount. These very large cleared areas sewn to crops give many parts of South Australia a low, smooth, and rolling appearance, little interrupted by trees. It is aesthetic that is very particular to that place.
Wednesday, 7 November 2007
An old farm boy's worst nightmare...
Posted by
Gardeners
at
18:17
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)

2 comments:
A friend of mine wrote this - it's out on CD just recently.
She wrote it after they'd driven through Farina and she was struck with the ghost town eeriness of it.
little sister Sally ran over to her daddy
told him that her big sister's actin' strange
daddy came a runnin'
saw his oldest daughter stumblin'
cross the empty tussock plains
I saw a man in the ghostly fields of Farina
weepin' at the acres of wheat at his feet
he looked up and beckoned
and was gone in a second
leavin' only footsteps printed in the dust
Watch and follow he's walkin' away
walkin' footsteps into dust
I follow his footsteps
through the fields of farina
Thank u :) look at that emo boy one at this blog:
http://www.emo--boys.info
Post a Comment