brown earth

Three square little garden plots with nice brown earth were waiting for seeds.

Upon the plateau I saw my rusty old disk harrow–a legacy from Milt–standing on the brown earth.

Most of the seeds sprouted and grew, and soon the dark brown earth was covered by green shoots and trailing sprays.

When the warm brown earth was turned up, the Indians broke the clods by dragging great tree branches over them.

Hard work, resolute wrestling with the brown earth, made his muscles firm and his nerves steady.