All the neighbours down a country lane got together. Look at the waste of space on either side of our lonely road, they said. Let’s plough it up and plant potatoes.
So they did. The local residents had enough spuds to feed all and sundry. Well, they did, until the Council came along and ploughed the potatoes up.
You can’t do that, said the Council. The grass verge on either side of the road is public property.
Councils are clearly the same the world over: it may be ‘public’, but it’s still ours!
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I’ve started mowing the grass verge on my country road. I thought I might plant a couple of lemon trees! Locals will be more than welcome to help themselves! We’ll see what happens!
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If only humans could graze, there would be no conflict between people’s council and council’s people.
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You are a lovely optimist, Uma. 🙂
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Thanks, Yvonne. 😁
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You two (Yvonne and Uma) can go on and on – I guess it’s sort of like Cynthia days with wise reflections! Keep it up, you two!
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You are welcome to join us, Bruce!
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Thanks – I’m running out of steam a lot earlier than I used to….!
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It must be a temporary disenchantment, like the one that has gripped me these days.
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It’s a mystery – not a problem – as Maritain the French philosopher once said… Mystery to be pondered; problem to be solved… Don’t turn one into the other!
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Oh, Bruce, please stoke those fires. I still miss Cynthia, there was no one like her to cut through the crap. Am I allowed to say crap?
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You can say crap – just don’t say shit or… oops
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A subtle statement, Bruce
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Thanks, Derrick. I shall make subtlety is my forte!
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🙂
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The grass is always greener…
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What about in a drought?…
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This is verging on the ridiculous. Spuds and grass can surely co-exist quite happily. Just sneak a few in the ground and see if they notice.
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Oh, but the spuds were just a prelude to planting pumpkins – and they’re things one can’t hide…
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Things are the same the world over. The Dept of Transportation came along and dug up the wild blackberry bushes on either side of our road – my kids had picked them for years and I’d made pies and cobbler with them.
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Thank goodness they were not wild raspberries – because they’re my favourite!
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