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Beetle, Clematis and A Poem

I found a little green beetle on my trousers as I was working in the garden this morning.

Green Shield Bug?

Our Clematis in the front garden is spectacular – this is only about half of it!

Clematis

Regular readers will have seen several of cummings’ poems on here,  another today that somehow suits the Spring and the blue skies we have been having until this afternoon.

o by the by – ee cummings
o by the by
has anybody seen
little you-i
who stood on a green
hill and threw
his wish at bluewith a swoop and a dart
out flew his wish
(it dived like a fish
but it climbed like a dream)
throbbing like a heart
singing like a flameblue took it my
far beyond far
and high beyond high
bluer took it your
but bluest took it our
away beyond wherewhat wonderful thing
is the end of a string
(murmers little you-i
as the hill becomes nil)
and will somebody tell
me why people let go

 

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A Planter, A Boot Scraper and A Survivor

After an uplifting singing session at the Zed Shed, I walked up through Penryn to get my hair cut. Firstly, I spotted a pretty planter with beautiful white poppies and just one orange one.

Pretty planter

Further up the road, there was a lovely old cast iron boot-scraper with a scallop shell and two fish. There were several more boot scrapers along the way which I shall collect in the future.

Boot scraper

Further still up the hill, on a window sill, was a Mexican Fleabane plant, surviving with little or no nourishment. These pretty little daisies seem to grow anywhere they can find a toe-hold. I love its Latin name too!

Mexican Fleabane (Erigeron karvinskianus)

 

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Bee, Bobotie and A Plaque

Collecting pollen and buzzing happily in a golden rose

Busy bee

I made Bobotie tonight, a delicious reminder of our South African holiday.

Bobotie

Just outside Falmouth Library, this plaque is set into the pavement. It pleases me.

Friendship

 
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Cowl, Slogan and Naked Lady

From the car park at St Michael’s Hospital where we went to see the surgeon about my steroid injected ankles, we saw several small cowls and thought they must belong to some old farm buildings. Just for the record, the steroid injections have been amazing and I can ask for more in six months should I need them.

Cowl

After the visit we went to the local Garden Centre and spent some more money buying some beautiful plants. I loved these words on the back of one of the staff. My Mum, once retired from teaching deaf children, used to put Gardener as her profession on official forms.

In the garden centre

I visited a friend this afternoon for a Reflexology treatment and she showed me round her garden. I loved its quirkiness, especially her naked lady, known as Tallulah.

Beautiful naked lady

 

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Desiderata, Clematis and A Web

I am preparing for a Humanist Wedding ceremony this coming Saturday and as I started work this morning, a message came in from two of my colleagues who did a Wedding last weekend (no, not that one!) where  Desiderata was one of the readings. I was reminded of how special it is.

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Desiderata by Max Ehrmann

Our Nelly Moser Clematis has its first flower and something is eating the petals!

Nelly Moser

I was sitting enjoying the sunshine when I noticed this circular web and wondered what creature may be responsible.

Who made this very neat web in the wall?

 

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Poppy, Shady Patch and Clematis

Our Meconopsis Poppy is about to open.

Meconopsis

We have just finished planting our shady patch and I am delighted with it with the fountain in the middle surrounded by various ferns (including a little Tree Fern),  Bluebells and Violets and the Meconopsis which opened during the day.

The shady patch

The Clematis along the back wall is looking magnificent.

Clematis with the field and trees beyond

 

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Copper Beech, Stile and A Cornish Lane

Next door’s Copper Beech is glorious!

Copper Beech leaves against a very blue sky

We visited another Open Studio today, not over the stile, just down the lane and we bought a beautiful small painting. It has to stay in situ until the Open studios event is over so I will show you when we bring it home.

Stone stile

Our Cornish lanes have the most beautiful hedgerows at the moment – Pink Campion, Bluebells, Cow Parsley (which my SIL calls Queen Anne’s  Lace, a much prettier name) and greenery and all under a blue, blue sky.

Cornish lane

 

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