We’ve had sunshine today and at Roots I sowed seeds and more seeds, 14 trays of between 100 and 250 seeds per tray, kale, red cabbage, cauliflower, Romanescue and more. There’ll be plenty of potting on to do over the next few weeks.
I do love a good pie – tonight, Chicken and Sweetcorn Pie
Happy St Patrick’s Day to all my Irish readers and a nod to my Irish heritage on my Father’s side.
I’ve done a bit more work on next door’s project, sewing the little clay creatures onto long strands of coloured fabric while Sue worked on the head. I thoroughly enjoyed my self. The opening night will be March 30th at Truro Museum and Art Gallery.
It’s only a few weeks since I shared the song, “Hold On’ which we sang in solidarity with the people of Minneapolis. Life is still very difficult for them and we sang again for them today.
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It’s Mother’s Day in the Uk and here’s a shout out to all in the role.
I am very lucky and loved – beautiful flowers have been delivered,
I’m intrigued by the fact that the tulips have come with their bulbs still attached and instructions to plant them out later.
I’ll post photos later in the week as the lilies and the alstroemeria open up.
Remembering my babies.
I may have been at this workshop if I hadnt already made plans to be creative this afternoon.
Yesterday I helped make some little clay creatures for a new project being created by my lovely neighbour and today I coloured the ones that were dry enough, ready for tomorrow.
All our lovely white tulips are now blooming.
It’s been crazy weather today, wind, sunshine that actually gave warmth and many, many wild hail showers. I was delighted to watch a horizontal spider’s web outside the kitchen window act as a hammock for hailstones. If you look carefully at the photo, you can make out the strands of web holding the hailstones. 
A bank of primroses
Today is the 15th birthday of LiveWire no 3 and the poem for today in A Poet for Every Day of the Year is the delightful
Translated from the German by Jessie Lamont.
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Our border of primroses is coming on.
The daffodils we bought last Saturday in town are lovely. I usually prefer single blossoms but these doubles are really beautiful. I think we were told that they are Tamar Fire but these seem more delicately coloured than the ones I find online.
This afternoon I listened to a wonderful programme, ArtWorks on BBC radio 4: Lyse Doucet, the BBC’s Chief International Correspondent and regular visitor to Afghanistan, was talking to female Afghan poets about the landay: a 22 syllable Pashtun verse form they create, perform and share to speak of love, sex, war and hardship. There are 9 syllables on the first of the two line poem and 13 on the second. The poems were very moving and the programme is well worth finding on BBC Sounds. 
I made some Fork Cookies this morning, so called because you flatten the ball of dough with the tines of a fork.I then dipped them in dark chocolate. They are scrummy!
Our tub of tulips is flowering already, seems quite early. I’m loving the delicacy of the green and pink bits.
Both the flowers below were presents, the pretty pale pink one from my dear friend and colleague Sharon, lost in 2024 and the deep pink primulas bought for us by LiveWires 5 and 6 who planted them for us in the allotment. We dug them up to bring them home once we gave up our tenancy.
A day to celebrate all the wonderful women in my life, sisters, daughters and friends, those still with us and those who have been very special influences in my life – my Suffragette Great Granny, my Spanish Granny, my Mum and my dear friends Kath and Angie in whose memories I write this blog. To learn more about either of these much missed women, put their name in the search bar.
My Granny and my Mum
It’s the 8th anniversary of our lovely neighbours’ wedding and every year I take a small posy round in memory of Dear Bill-next-door, a posy like the ones I made for their wedding when my lovely Mr S and I were witnesses. I was delighted to find rich blues in the garden this year which Bill would have loved, the colour of the Underworld…
Posy for Sue in a pot by Nicky
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