A Tuscan Landscape It is not a coincidence that many of the shades of brown in any paint-box, whether they be water colours, oils or pastels, have the same name all over the world: sienna. A lunar landscape, metaphysical if seen in August or September, a sea of clay with long waves of ploughed earth that changes colour with each square metre. With the arrival of Spring in April or May, the electric green of the young wheat transforms the countryside into a velvet cloth waving in the wind as far as the eye can see. But it is in June and July that the Crete reach perfection of colour: it is the triumph of the yellow of the sunflowers, of broom and the gold of the ripe corn. Only in the grasslands of Mid West America can such a landscape be admired. There, however there are no cypress trees which have sprung up by chance on the hilltops, solitary sentinels, focal points that make the Tuscan landscape, the Sienna Crete, unique in the whole world.