As the seasons pass, the fields outside our house change colour – sometimes it’s because of the weather, sometimes it’s because of the crops growing there. Sometimes it’s just the light. It is extraordinary how different our view can be because of this colour change.
We spent our first night here in July 2010, and this was the view looking from our home out down the coast to Bamburgh Castle. Gold – and a rainbow to boot! The crops – wheat, barley, oats – were ripening. One field had already been harvested and ploughed up for winter sowing. You can see the reddy-brown soil of the locality. But the overwhelming colour and feel of the place when we first arrived will always be gold for me.
By October, the fields were green. The farmer had sown winter crops, conditions had been benign, and the young crops were growing well. There were still plenty of small creatures about for our cat Poe to hunt.
Then in November, and on through the winter, we got snow. Sometimes, it was a white out.
Sometimes, it was that blue-white, picking up the colour from the brilliant sky-blue and sea-blue.
In other years, we’ve know that sort of semi-snow state where it’s not white or green or brown.
Early spring is an intense green – and blue. I just love days when the forget-me-nots pick up the blue of the sea like this. (Think it’s a hare in the field).
And the plants get greener and bigger. Field, garden, lawn – all an abundant luscious green.
Then the crops start to change in colour – they’re on their way to gold via a sort of fresh lime-green. At the same time, stronger and bolder colours take off in the garden.
Then back to gold again.
On light evenings the colours shift. Some nights a dense blue dominates.
Golden fields are harvested.
The stubble turns a softer faded gold.
One year the farmer had planted broad beans in the field nearest our house. These were left until late, late in the season when the beans were hard as pellets, and then they were combine-harvested like the other crops. Apparently dry beans such as these are sold to Pakistan. A dirty scuffed brown view for a long time.
There’s also spring muddy-brown , with just the hint of green as the new shoots burst forth. We had had heavy rain just before this picture was taken, and then hot sun resulting in mist steaming off the fields.
This is the best brown – the rich chocolatey brown of the freshly ploughed field.
In the right light, a field will take on a completely different colour.
This year, the farmer has planted rape for the first time (that we have known). It has just come into flower. A Northumbrian field wearing a cloth of gold.
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