Until we lived here, I never really looked at soil. I guess it’s because here we are surrounded by fields which spend a lot of time bare, ploughed, recovering for the next crop, or seeded before the new shoots show through. I never appreciated just how much colour variation there could be: brown is brown, isn’t it? Except here, when it is brown, chestnut, terracotta, red, orange, dusty pink, rose, speckled with flecks of white like chalk, golden stalks of dead crops [below]…
Now the main reason for this must geological. The hills round here are a mixture of red sandstone, and white limestone. Water must be another influence, wet soil is darker, dry is pale.
Sometimes, in mid-summer, the soil is so dry the colour seems to leach away [below]. The paleness is emphasized by the shading between each long thin parcela, a result I think of being ploughed at a different time, in a different direction, by a different tractor.
5 to remember
la tierra – soil
las variaciones – the variations
el panel de interconexiones – patchwork
marrón – brown
terracota – terracotta [colour]