glimmer of hope for humanity

I really did see a glimmer of hope recently while down in East County Clare. Along the side of the road, (not a main road, mind you, but a road nonetheless), there was a little sheebeen and inside there were vegtables in small bags with prices on them and along side these vegtables was a box called an honesty box. The idea was to chose what vegtables you wanted and leave the money in the honesty Box; No shopkeeper, no one looking over your shoulder to make sure you didn’t do a runner, no policing of the situation at all. Pure anarchy at its finest and best. By the way all these vegtables were homegrown and organic and cheap.

What struck me was how much goodwill these people were spreading by being brave enough to run this “shop” in such manner, entrusting the general public with paying for what they took, trusting them to do the right thing. It And from all accounts it works. Fair dues to those people and long may it last is what I say

digby, ginger and sweep

I unearthed this photo from among the countless photos we have of our dearly departed Sweep. Hilarious, these three were when they got together and pandemonium they produced whenever they stayed with us. Two of them are now dead; Sweep and Digby, the white one beside Sweep. She was his mother actually. Ginger, Im glad to say, is still hail and hearty, at least she was last time I checked.

soapy soppy hoppy happy days

I’ve been up to my elbows in soap this year or at least the latter half of 2014. At one stage, there were 500 bars of soap air drying in my tiny hall and 300 more in storage in some hidden corner of that same very tiny hall. But it has been all worth it and I look forward to having the same amount drying in time for Valentine’s day.