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'A gaping silken dragon,/Puffed by the wind, suffices us for God./We, not the City, are the Empire's soul:/A rotten tree lives only in its rind.'

Monday, 20 August 2012

Fighting...

... for their Chief, their hearth companions, and Woden:


Or, they will be as soon as I get them past the undercoat stage.

Meanwhile, this evening, I continued my fight against Globalisation, and here are the fruits of my victory:


Well, the vegetables, really. Ha! How the Lords of Misrule tremble in their hollow fastnesses. Yes, I mean you Nick Clegg, in your holiday Whited Sepulchre, and all your masters and fellow demons.

2 comments:

  1. A mean bunch of saxons who look like they will give loyal service upon the tabletop.
    Splendid fruit of the earth and human hands.Well done. I had my first courgette of the season last weekend and things are behind and slow but getting there in terms of my beans.

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  2. You're right, Alan, it is only with the recent few days of hot weather that things have really begun to move. I suspect that the cold and the wet has cost me most of my potatoes, and I lost a lot of different types of beans. Dam' glad we don't have to rely on this for survival.

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