One last picking of raspberries, enjoyed this evening with meringue and ice-cream.
We see some delightful postbox toppers around. This one, made by crafters in Carnon Downs, is particularly lovely, celebrating 100 years of Winnie the Pooh and his pals.
I hadn’t seen this poem by Mary Oliver before but liked the ideas, especially the reason that birds can fly, and thought you might too.
Our dear friends at Community Roots have missed me on our Tuesday volunteering sessions and have sent me a delighful card full of lovely get well messages.
Thank you so much everyone!
I sent for a sweater, not my usual style but I loved the message.
Last weekend we went for brunch at a brilliant cafe, Bob’s Cafe in Muswell Hill. The food was delicious, the service exemplary and as we paid, they gave us a couple of little cards. They turned out to be a little gift of seeds rather than loyalty cards and I will be planting them when it seems the right moment.
My Suffragette garden has good colour right now, Verbena Bonariensis, Japanese Anemones and Cyclamen.
We have a perpetual calendar which we love and turning it over today, found this perfect quotation.
After a quiet day recovering form the last few days, we are just home from the Hall for Cornwall where we saw Private Peaceful by Michael Morpurgo. Some words from the theatre blurb –
“Benjamin Cain, rising star and recent graduate from the BA Professional Acting course at Bristol Old Vic Theatre School, will make his professional debut in this acclaimed one-person tour de force as Tommo Peaceful. Adapted and directed from Michael Morpurgo‘s novel by Simon Reade, the production sees a single actor conjure an entire world of characters, landscapes, and emotions. At once heartwarming and heartbreaking, Private Peaceful is both a moving family drama and a powerful reminder of the human cost of war.”
The young Benjamin Cain is an incredible actor. This is his first professional performance and he fully deserved the standing ovation at the end of the one act play. It’s on for one more night in Truro. If you are local, don’t miss it. There are tickets left.
Enjoy the gallery as we stroll around new streets. Hover over or click on any photo for the caption.
Yesterday was National Poetry Day and I missed it so here, again, is a poem that Brian Bilston once gave me permission to share with you. It seems appropriate still….
We’ve been walking about today and spotting blooms and other stuff, mainly tomatoes, in strangers’ front gardens.
After a delicious breakfast with lovely friends at the Blue Bar in Porthtowan, we had a brief walk on the beach, wary of the looming black clouds which dropped a downpour ten minutes later just as we arrived home.
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