State Of Flax

It was after noon and I was nearly too late again to capture this field of flax. The blooms were already dropping alarmingly. Shame my appointment with the financial guy at Mother's wasn't earlier.

This is being grown for its oil, linseed. My father sent me off to boarding school with a little bottle of the stuff to treat my lovely English head hockey stick  that was sadly stolen. :( I used the oil to anoint my dorm mate Greta. :)