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Hebe, Hyacinths and My Research

I love the little pink bits in our white Hebe.dscn7062

I have planted up prepared Hyacinths in my Mum’s lovely glass jars, three white and three blue. Something went wrong last year so I am hoping all will be well this year. They are in a dark cupboard now for about six weeks until there is good root growth and then I will bring them out in the hope that they will be in flower between Christmas and New Year.dscn7063

I am spending many hours researching some of the ‘residents’ buried in our local churchyard, St Uny. We are working towards a production in May next year and I am finding myself consumed by the story of one young man and his mother. His is a War Grave – born in Colorado, he died in 1916 at the tender age of 19 and his mother died just six months later. There is such a story to tell.    I went back to my collections of poetry from the First World War this afternoon and came across this and leave it with you here…….

The End of a War 

In former days we used to look at life, and sometimes from a distance, at death, and still further removed from us, at eternity. Today it is from afar that we look at life, death is near us, and perhaps nearer still is eternity.

written by Jean Bouvier, a French Subaltern, February 1916

 

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Water, Trees and A Feather

It has been a glorious day and we walked the Woodland Walk at Trelissick. Before we left I planted the blue tulips, at least 8″ deep as instructed. I’ll let you see them in the Spring but will not wish the days away until then. As my very wise Mum used to say, ” Live one day at a time and don’t ever wish a day done before its time.”  Click on any photo in the gallery for more detail and the caption.

 

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Snail, Lighthouse and Furriness

A very windy walk this afternoon but still, of course, beauty to be found.

pretty pink shell

pretty pink shell

Godrevy Lighthouse

Godrevy Lighthouse

A fast moving furry caterpillar

A fast moving furry caterpillar

We have just arrived home from a fabulous gig – Ralph McTell at the Hall for Cornwall, memories of the old days at a folk club when we were very young and just as good as ever!

 
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Posted by on September 29, 2016 in Beauty, Cornwall, Godrevy, nature, Photography

 

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A Walk With A Friend, A Poem and A Web

A ‘hippie’ friend and I had a walk around her village today in misty spider web weather so here is a gallery of some of the beautiful things we spotted and a lovely poem by the very talented Kim Ridgeon,  sent my way today by another dear friend. Click on any photo for the caption and to see more detail. My hippie friend also has two new hips!

 

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Tulips, Grapes and W B Yeats

We have been given some beautiful thank you presents today – some Blue Tulip bulbs from Amsterdam for feeding the cats next door (always a pleasure) and I shall plant them tomorrow.img_0155

The other lovely present was a big bunch of home-grown grapes for lending our travel cot to another friend and neighbour for a big family gathering.

dscn7011I heard the last two lovely lines of this poem by W B Yeats on the radio today in a tribute to Terry Wogan, from a poem I didn’t know and had to look up. Here it is, hope you like it as much as I do.

The Song of Wandering Aengus
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
 

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Nasturtiums, September Rain and More Earrings

Drawing the curtains back this morning, the Nasturtiums which are growing through a neighbour’s hedge across the road caught my eye.

Nasturtiums taken from our bedroom window

Nasturtiums taken from our bedroom window

It is September and it is raining reminding me of my Mum and Dad’s song, September in the Rain. They married on September 2nd 1939 and war was declared the very next day so instead of going to Paris as planned they had two nights in Blackpool. Some of the words seem quite prescient now.

           “September In The Rain”

The leaves of brown came tumbling down
Remember, in September, in the rain
The sun went out just like a dying ember
That September in the rainTo every word of love I heard you whisper
The raindrops seemed to play our sweet refrain
Though spring is here, to me it’s still September
That September in the rainTo every word of love I heard you whisper
The raindrops seemed to play our sweet refrain
Though spring is here, to me it is still September
That September in the rain
That September that brought the pain
That September in the rain

I bought these black and red earrings at The Heard Museum in Phoenix, Navajo jewellery again, and they are for wearing at gigs where our ‘uniform’ is black with red and sparkle – perfect! I wore them at our Peace concert last week.

Navajo earrings

Navajo earrings

 
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Posted by on September 26, 2016 in Beauty, nature, Photography, poetry, Postaday 2016

 

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St Ives, Baka Beyond and Spring Bulbs

St Ives is beautiful what ever the weather or the time of day. It was raining last night but that special light that drew artists to the town was still evident.

St Ives in the rain 7pm

St Ives in the rain 7pm

Same view at night

Same view at night

Baka Beyond were wonderful – we danced all night! It was a great delight to meet up again with Ayodele Scott, the percussionist who is a friend of our son.

Baka Beyond

Baka Beyond

I have planted bulbs today, Tete à Tete and Muscari in tubs and in our beautiful Three Wise Monkeys planter, made by the very talented Jeremy Beswick. We have to wait 6 months for them to be in flower…….

Living in hope!

Living in hope!

 
 

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