My walk into town today was punctuated by the beauty of Spring flowers.
The little Tete a Tete are blooming brightly in the window box on the shed.
I love how Crocuses die so beautifully, here looking like crushed silk.
One of our Perthi Kov crew has been on Radio Cornwall this afternoon explaining about our project, ‘Until the Day Break’. You might like to listen – she was brilliant! Thanks TS. You need to move on to just over an hour into the broadcast.
We had a Butternut Squash, a couple of Peppers and some Mozzarella in the fridge and BBC Good Food came up with Roasted Squash with Mozzarella and Pesto – delicious!
I found this poem this afternoon and it touched something in me. The questions in the first stanza appealed and the answer speaks for me.
Is My Soul Asleep?
Is my soul asleep?
Have those beehives that work
in the night stopped? And the water-
wheel of thought, is it
going around now, cups
empty, carrying only shadows?
No, my soul is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches,
its eyes wide open
far-off things, and listens
at the shores of the great silence.
I only discovered this poet today. It is the anniversary of his death in 1939. He was a refugee and was among thousands of others including his mother, his brother and his brother’s family fleeing Spain on foot across the Pyrenees in the last days of January 1939. He died a month later in the French village of Collioure.
Camellias are in flower all over the neighbourhood and are very cheery on these dull days of mizzle.
I loved seeing this pram at a secondhand dealer on the way into town, not quite a Silver Cross but a reminder of what prams used to be like!
Walking home along Lovers’ Lane I spotted a beautiful little bow that someone must have lost on her way to school. If you look closely you can see strands of fine child’s hair still attached. I put it on the Lovers’ Lane road sign in the hope that she will spot it on her way home.
What a glorious patch of purple crocuses in a neighbour’s garden!
It has been a murky, mizzly day and I have spent much of it reading about life in Pachuca, Mexico in the late 1800s for our project, ‘Until the Day Break.’ This was my beautiful view through the window.
Last night we Skyped with our family in Spain and I took photos of the screen of Next-to-littlest -LiveWire and his baby sister, five weeks old. They aren’t good photos but aren’t the little ones just so very lovely?
If you are in Cornwall and you read my blog, you might be interested in joining the project. The following is from our poster:
We are a local community group creating magical theatre walks in St Euny Churchyard, Redruth in May 2017, telling stories of people buried there…
Would you like to be involved? We need performers, researchers, artists, costume makers, stage managers, stewards, musicians.
We are holding an initial workshop –
2.00 – 6.00pm, Sunday Feb 26th in the Crypt, St Andrew’s Church, Clinton Road, Redruth TR15 2QB
Check out our Facebook page…
Please comment below if you would like to and I will get back to you with more details. Thank you.
Yet another glorious February day and we went off to Chapel Porth where the car park was very full. We watched a surfer limbering up, a dog playing with a ball in the waves and the waves, the waves!
I was so pleased to catch this one of the unknown surfer jumping out of the water as part of his warm-up exercises then off into the surf.
This little dog had a brilliant time chasing and fetching the ball. I love this photo, just one foot on the floor and the reflection so clear.
The waves are always mesmerising – the sound, the feel of the spray, the running up-beach to escape the encroaching tide and the power.