Autumn. Season of mellow mists when the trees are as full of nuts as was the recent conservative party conference.
It’s the time of year when trees shed their leaves before the onset of winter, like liberal democrats shed their moral principles to join Cameron, Osborne and the hellish legion of millionaire bureaucrats as they usher in a winter of discontent and misery.
Scant compensation that it is for Clegg and Co, but leaf mould is good. The forces of decay and regeneration make rich compost that nurtures life yet to come.
Let’s hope the metaphor holds, because the Tories have no principles worth speaking of to shed. And if they did it wouldn’t be picturesque deciduous leaves, it’d be a poisonous carpet of coniferous needles squashing the life out of anything that dares to grow – like hope, trust in the goodness of others, and values that are not founded in specious market-economics.