September slips in with changeable weather and the Agricultural Shows hoping for sunny days and enough rain in the nights and weekdays to keep the Dale green, the river high enough for the return of the fish spawning and the grass growing for a second or third crop of silage or hay for the winter. The Autumn Equinox arrives later this month, and it's clear that it's getting late earlier each day. Berries are collected and early apples too, ready for pressing and storing for human consumption since we are not evolved to munch hay all day. Actually, we are not evolved to breathe in CO2 either, and workers in Waitrose yesterday expressed their relief that their managers permitted them to desist from working with the filthy masks on their faces, as the Health and Safety at Work Act had suddenly returned after a long absence. Trade Unions are another example of the corruption rife throughout the world, as Big Pharma rewards shareholders, including government officials and elected representatives.
Saturday was special, spending an afternoon lunching with a family near Hexham. Such a joy eating home grown food, made with love and consumed by three teenagers, two boys, one young woman of 18, plus one 22 year old young man, sitting around a farmhouse table, discussing with each other, as if such behaviour was quite normal. When I was their age it was compulsory, but such ideas went out of fashion years ago, along with dining tables. We four resisted it then, and appreciate it now. Well the third one does, the two sisters can speak for themselves, and our brother, who died rather young in Australia, is in no position to express an opinion, on this side of the veil at least.
Sunday was the regular ride over to Hexham, to Stand in the Park beside, but not inside, the Abbey. New standers and old standers stood discussing issues. Some even sat down, which was better for Lynne, using her motorised wheelchair. Disabled access is still an issue, despite many years of legislation against discrimination, though modern shops are designed to comply and big shops have to offer employment to differently abled folks. Regular readers with reasonable memory will recall Steven the lip reading wine expert finding the expert customers wishing to show off their knowledge of wine to Steven, declining to remove their ridiculous masks and ignoring him and just blatantly buying overpriced wine. This seems like casual disabilism, and possibly cause for complaint by the shop about customer behaviour. The two hours by the Bandstand was energising as always, and when the choir performing on the Bandstand started singing, beautifully most rebels found deckchairs and enjoyed the show in the sunshine. This left three caffeine addicts slipping off to the Beaumont for further philosophy, and the spare chair was soon filled by Sophie, a wise and feisty white witch. A little later two more wise women joined the gang, for further philosophy and witchery, since it's well know that women with strong opinions were often rewarded with a label and a barbeque. If not the bonfire, the ducking stool was employed to remind women who was in charge, by drowning them. Ah, the good old days, eh?
After the shopping trip, congratulating employees without masks, which was most of them, a friend who missed the Park in the morning was greeted with warm hugs, then two old locals expressed interest in resisting tyranny and promised to come along next week.
The tide appears to be turning from Fear to Resistance, and maybe Professor Schwab and crew are ready for the next phase of the Great Reset. Just don't imagine their new normal is better, or that the coming winter flu season won't ramp up the Fear. Many are waking up from the brainwash, but many are still asleep too. The question for each of us is: What shall we do to improve our lives, the lives of friends and family, and the lives of our communities.
To be honest dear reader, this crisis has not been hell for a retired old blogger, more like heaven actually, since it is abundantly clear here at Wear and Dao, that the crisis like all crises, is the ripening of conditions, and the metaphorical apples are ready to fall. And as the fallen apples rot on the ground, new seeds produce new trees, locally maybe, and often as far as the birds can fly, before they shit and drop the pip with it.
A small heatwave is promised, let's see about that. Meanwhile, there are berries and apples to pick, plus mushrooms, of course.
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