So pruning time is here as "The Cooncil" send men oot on the first dry day in weeks to lop the branches off the trees on the road to the cemetry. When they grow back they will form a green canopy meeting in the middle to give shade in the summer, even though they look odd and ugly at the moment. Reminds me of John 15 and the good news is the bits that get cut off are carted away and dealt with!
Me faither is the gaerd'ner
His son´s the rightfast vine.
He cares aboot the hairst tae come,
He's luckan fur new wine.
So if he taks his gully
Tae hack aboot thee sheuts..
Cheust nivver heed
Thoo´ll no be deid
If in Him thoo haes thee reuts.
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