At the farmer's market in county square, Saturday morning.
Elderly sceptical shopper picks up a 2 foot long brussel sprout stem laden with dozens of fat healthy sprouts.
Asked "Whit ur ye supposed tae dae wi this"?
Clyde Valley farmer, "Some folk are cuttin back on Christmas trees and puttin' lights on them, by the way."
Can't convey on this blog the exact content of the sceptical shopper's even wittier muttered suggestion about alternative uses for a brussel sprout tree with electrical potential!
But the score was Sceptical Shopper 1 – Clyde Valley Farmer 0. Not so much an own goal as an attempted clearance by an over-confident defender that was hammered back into his own net by a far too quick striker.
Made a dreich december morning considerably brighter.
On a more Advent note I came across this quizzical short poem in First Things, who allow this reproduction provided it's acknowledged and not commerically used.
The Annunciation
by Samuel Menashe
Copyright (c) 2008 First Things (August/September 2008).
She bows her head
Submissive, yet
Her downcast glance
Asks the angel, “Why
For this romance,
Do I qualify?”
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