Farmers: "It's The Netherlands." Supermarket Representative: "What is?" F: "The country." SR: "Which country?" F: "The Netherlands." SR: "You mean Holland?" F (Shaking heads): "Yes, we mean Holland. Can we have our money now?" SR: "Of course. Here you are."
[Later, in a meeting]
SR: "Yes, the farmers were very friendly. Holland's a wonderful place."
(Ach! Nomad! Looking forward to...hey, what's that I spy over on the right there? ------->>>a diary by yer goodself!) Don't fight forces, use them R. Buckminster Fuller.
But this is changing, apparently. I believe there is a plan underway to spread the greenhouses around the country and (Jerome!) make them nodes of energy production.
Rain here, but I see some rays of sun. I have to cycle up a steep hill in a minute (well, okay, five minutes ago)...the wind bloweth...yes, ah! The rain seems to have stopped...
This is the top of the hill, picture from 1905.
Don't fight forces, use them R. Buckminster Fuller.
Tho' the windmill is gone. keep to the Fen Causeway
