Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Sweet Labour

Of all the forces that make for a better world, none is so indispensable, none so powerful, as hope. Without hope people are only half alive. With hope they dream and think and work.
Anonymous


I wrote to a friend that my neighbourhood is not so peaceful these days as the sounds of donkeys braying, workmen shouting, and carts bouncing over rutted fields ring out; but I am thankful that it is an agricultural cacophony rather than a political one.


Even before the Sun is above the horizon, there is a great deal of activity and noise. Yet by 10:30am the last donkey cart makes its way out of the field and heads for home.

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