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Sheet, Angel and Trees and Extra Photos

More sorting and time to let a little cot sheet go. It was used for all four of ours starting in 1973!

Back to St Day Old Church this evening for more amazing lasers and light show and a set from The Ingleheart Singers which was enormous fun and very well received by the audience.

I’ve now made eight small trees for next weekend and one Tree of Life which I love so much, I may not sell it!

Tree of Life

A lovely photographer friend has just sent me her photos from tonight. Now you can see how wonderful the light display has been over the three evenings.

Photo credits to Mandy Rolleston with thanks.

 
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Posted by on February 23, 2020 in glass, Photography, Postaday2020

 

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Cornish Road Sign

We were in an unfamiliar lane today and came across this delightful sign to the railway station. I love the pointy fingers too.

 
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Posted by on February 22, 2020 in Cornwall, Photography, Uncategorized

 

The Gallery, Snowdrops and A Light Show

I’ve had my day in the gallery, Fannie and Fox, today. In between customers, I managed to foil up some new pieces, two small trees and a Tree of Life. All ready to solder…….

There is a wonderful large piece in the gallery, Snowdrops, by Amanda Richardson.  I love it and its frame.

Tonight we went to see the light show in St Day, the DiaspAURA show. The light projections on the old church were beautiful but impossible to capture with my camera. Here are three small light boxes from inside the roofless Church.

 

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Invictus Trust, Eggs and Mini Eggs

My choir, The Suitcase Singers, collects for two charities each year. This year our local one has been The Invictus Trust, a Cornish charity set up to help youngsters with mental health problems. Please do click on the red link to read more about one family’s wonderful work in memory of their son and brother.

When their hens are laying, we get delicious fresh eggs from our Dear friends, today in a delightful 4 eggs container.

It was a day for a treat, some mini-eggs!

 

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Trees, A Little Book and Daffodils

I have now finished making six stained glass trees and have found a way to display them – on a tree! There are two conifers, a tree with an owl, a tree with pink blossom, an Oak tree and lastly, a Silver Birch made from Victorian etched glass.

We are still sorting (does it ever end?) and I came across a story book that I had saved, written by a Year 7 pupil of mine after we had been reading ‘The Indian in the Cupboard’ by Lynne Reid Banks. Paul’s story is delightful and I am happy to say that I have followed his very interesting career.

All over the town now, one can suddenly come across glorious golden Daffodils.

 
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Posted by on February 19, 2020 in glass, nature, Photography, Postaday2020

 

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Anemone, Berberis and Zorro

The Anemones in the hallway are still gorgeous, especially this wide open one.

On our short walk today in an dry spell but with a fierce and biting wind, there were several glowing Berberis bushes.

Berberis Georgii

I was having a cuppa with my lovely neighbour this afternoon when one of her cats joined us. This is Zorro, looking very pleased with himself.

 
 

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Kindness, Daffodils and Another Poem

Our lovely neighbour was in China last year and brought us back a beautiful picture of the character which means kindness. We had it framed before Christmas but have only just put it up. What a lovely piece – thank you, S.

The Tete a Tete in the Three Wise Monkeys planter are looking bright and sunny despite the wild weather.

I have posted this poem before but it seems to me that in today’s world we all need kindness, for ourselves and for others. I love how the poet captures that awful sinking moment when you think something is lost, those moments when you can’t quite believe that the rest of the world is going on as normal, those moments when something in the news just takes your breath away but kindness from a loved one or from a stranger can make your  day work again.

Kindness by Naomi Shibab Nye

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. 
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.

 
 

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