' They're laying waste to the olive groves!'
'Merely pruning.'
"PRUNING? Sticks are all that's left. Lines of lovely leaves and branches lying there that the trees have spent all winter growing.'
'Cruel to be kind.', (tucks pruning shears into trousers' pocket (specially sewn) and exits to cold, windy hillsides.
Is this a metaphor for the global financial crisis I wonder, settling back with my Kaldor's Kollected, in front of the fire, dinner already simmering and teatime's late afternoon bliss to enjoy.
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Financial pruning? a tempting image, were it not for the Northern Crock branches that remain untouched and the many perfectly healthy other financial branches that get axed in the turmoil.
And you can't turn the prunings into peace offerings or - next Sunday - blessed symbols as you can do with olive branches.
This blog is about Life, not economics, she said primly, and could you reduce that chicken broth and skim it when it cools, if you have a moment?
(We must stop meeting like his).
hate to intrude on a domestic, but yes, I suspect the Grim Pruner is selecting his financial pruning-hook from amongst his spears, as we speak
and it'll be chilly on those hillsides a while longer
but it's God's own wind none the less ...
Oh good, it's you, ND; it's risotto tonight in chicken broth and a local red.
You can explain why tax is so high on every possible front.
tea and supper both sounded delicious
I was battling through stiff winds and driving rain in the SW corner of Ireland this evening, not at all as cheery
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