1 Getting held up in the traffic on the way to singing in Penryn this morning allowed me to get a photo of this lovely old window in Ponsanooth.
Stained glass window in Ponsanooth
2 L, who moved to Glasgow, visited choir this morning with her lovely boys. We sang the little one to sleep in M’s arms.
Sleeping Choir baby
3 With all the daffodils that we see as we drive around Cornwall at the moment and that I have been showing you, I thought this poem a good one to share.
To Daffodils
Fair Daffodils, we weep to seeYou haste away so soon;As yet the early-rising sunHas not attain’d his noon.Stay, stay,Until the hasting dayHas runBut to the even-song;And, having pray’d together, weWill go with you along.We have short time to stay, as you,We have as short a spring;As quick a growth to meet decay,As you, or anything.We dieAs your hours do, and dryAway,Like to the summer’s rain;Or as the pearls of morning’s dew,Ne’er to be found again.
Shelagh
March 13, 2015 at 8:18 pm
Glad you said it is blue. Looks black in the photo. Must be wonderful inside with the sun shining through.
mybeautfulthings
March 13, 2015 at 8:55 pm
Yes, I would love to see it from inside. 🙂
grandfathersky
March 13, 2015 at 12:11 pm
Daffodils are like promises of sun, after the cleansing of winter…
mybeautfulthings
March 13, 2015 at 7:44 pm
That is such a beautiful way of looking at them. I just love daffodils! 🙂
Shelagh
March 12, 2015 at 7:57 pm
I am thinking that lovely window is etched, rather than stained, glass. Love the Herrick poem.
mybeautfulthings
March 12, 2015 at 10:53 pm
I agree, etched in the middle but the blue is stained and the corners stained and etched. The blue doesn’t show up too well in my photo. Pretty, isn’t it? 🙂