It landed in the grove, and exploding redly flung the brown earth
While grandmother took the pitchfork we found standing in one of the rows and dug potatoes, while I picked them up out of the soft brown earth
and put them into the bag, I kept looking up at the hawks that were doing what I might so easily do.
The parks were full of children and nursemaids and joyful dogs that leaped and yelped and scratched up the brown earth
with their paws.
Sunshine and blue sky, a salt breeze flavoured just a little with that lavender, and a stroll through my spring gardens, where my hyacinths are like a field of purple and gold, a mantle of jewels upon the brown earth
In a very few hours the brown earth
had become ruddy, the brick had changed to granite, and red cows grazed in well-hedged fields where the lush grasses and more luxuriant vegetation spoke of a richer, if a damper, climate.
When I came off the galley at Hythe, this very day, I down on my bones, and I kissed the good brown earth
, as I kiss thee now, ma belle, for it was eight long years since I had seen it.
And all at once I was on fire to be back in the library; so much so, that half a minute at the manhole, lantern in hand, was enough for me; and a mere funnel of moist brown earth
- a terribly low arch propped with beams - as much as I myself ever saw of the subterranean conduit between Kirby House and the sea.
Feverish with desire, with aching back and stiffening muscles, with pick and shovel gouging and mauling the soft brown earth
, the man toiled up the hill.
There was nothing now but the brown earth
under the white thorn.
The Chinese Horoscope 2018 predicts that this year of the Brown Earth
Dog is going to be a good year in all respects, but it will also be an exhausting year.
Their white tents stood near the brown earth
gouged by the armoured trucks that had carried them there -- the closest point to Mosul they had reached before an assault on Iraq's second largest city.
I step up the pace Scuffed boots send up shock waves From the hard unremitting ground I stumble on, then, salvation Another sound permeates my ears The sweep of easy wind and downy flake Turning the scorched brown earth
Into a huge carpet of white by Lil Bordessa, L5