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Spring

Last Saturday I bought daffodils, and all week they have shown the way towards Spring. Wonderful yellow bells that also bring a delicious scent, subtle and soft hints of the joys to come.

I spent some time this morning planting potatoes, just a few to provide a plate or two of delight in a few weeks time. There are times when I wish for a larger garden, and a few years ago, before my illness I did have an allotment. They were magic days, spent digging, sowing, weeding and harvesting.

This morning the farming programme on the radio stated that fewer children are now taken to visit a working farm. Health and safety was given as the reason. I'd like to decapitate these do-gooders and the insurance companies they really represent, for they are destroying our sense of wonder. Our children don't know where food comes from. At a recent exhibition of rural crafts children were asking 'what's that?' pointing at a cow! We don't teach children about animals, about food quality, about very much at all, except that they can sue anyone who puts harm in their way.

Pity that principle can't be exercised upon supermarkets displaying absolute rubbish (at really low prices folks) so our children (we are told) now face the prospect of dying from obesity-related illnesses before their parents.

It'll save money on pensions - perhaps that's the idea.

posted by Suffolk Notes @ 10:58 am