This week’s Photo Challenge invites us to show orange in its variety of shades and in a variety of scenes. Click on any photo for more detail.
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This week’s Photo Challenge invites us to show orange in its variety of shades and in a variety of scenes. Click on any photo for more detail.
To see others in the Challenge, click here.
We are very lucky here in Cornwall as the Spring continues to develop but I know that lots of my readers from Atlanta, Georgia to Texas, to Vermont, and the far North of Canada are still in the throes of winter, so for you, here are Pooh Bear and Eeyore discussing the wintery weather.
2 Â A friend sent me this yesterday!
I am extremely happy with my hip replacement making little strides like walking upstairs properly and going from strength to strength each day. If you’d like to read the Diary of my Hip Replacement, told as it was, click on the link in the horizontal menu at the top or click here
3 Â Â This lovely and rather lonely Iris Reticulata was in the gardens at The Princess Pavilions yesterday.
It is St Piran’s Day today, the National Day of Cornwall held on 5th March every year. The day is named after Saint Piran who is also the patron saint of tin miners. We had lunch in Falmouth after a wonderful singing session this morning and from The Pavillion Gardens could see the St Piran’s flag flying on Pendennis Castle.  St Piran’s day is also celebrated in California to honour the Cornish miners who participated in the area’s mining history beginning in the mid 19th century.
It is also World Book Day and many schools around the country invite the children to come to school dressed as a character from a book. I was asked this morning who I might dress as were I to be in school today. My first thought was Pippi Longstocking. I loved her stories as a child. For those who don’t know here Wikipaedia says “Nine-year-old Pippi is unconventional, assertive, and has superhuman strength, being able to lift her horse one-handed. She is playful and unpredictable. She frequently makes fun of unreasonable adult attitudes, especially when displayed by pompous and condescending adults. Pippi’s anger is reserved for the most extreme cases, such as when a man ill-treats her horse.” Suits me!
Which character would you dress up as?
1  For me, Spring is yellow and today I give you a gallery of yellow  from the delicacy of pale yellow primroses, through to the vibrancy of crocuses, visiting  gorse, dandelions, wallflowers, daffodils, both real and crochet, and catkins blowing in the breeze on the way. Click on any photo for their individual glory!
2 Â I love this poem though disagree about it being Summer that is yellow!
Primrose – William Carlos Williams
Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow!
It is not a color.
It is summer!
It is the wind on a willow,
the lap of waves, the shadow
under a bush, a bird, a bluebird,
three herons, a dead hawk
rotting on a pole-
Clear yellow!
It is a piece of blue paper
in the grass or a threecluster of
green walnuts swaying, children
playing croquet or one boy
fishing, a man
swinging his pink fists
as he walks-
It is ladysthumb, forget-me-nots
in the ditch, moss under
the flange of the carrail, the
wavy lines in split rock, a
great oaktree-
It is a disinclination to be
five red petals or a rose, it is
a cluster of birdsbreast flowers
on a red stem six feet high,
four open yellow petals
above sepals curled
backward into reverse spikes-
Tufts of purple grass spot the
green meadow and clouds the sky.
3  The crochet daffodils were a present that we took today to our lovely friend N who is recovering from an operation. She liked them!
1  I had my daily dose of singing today at a wonderful workshop run by my lovely choir leader, Claire Ingleheart. The songs were  about the Suffragettes and were both rousing and moving. The work shop is linked with a scratch performance tonight of a new play-in-progress by Natalie McGrath who wrote the wonderful Oxygen which you can read about here.
2 Â Â We are having days of sunshine and showers, heavy ones with hailstones but the flowers are still beginning to bloom.
2 Â The new leaves on the Honeysuckle caught the raindrops perfectly.
Happy St David’s Day to all my readers especially those who share my Welsh heritage. Today I give you daffodils, those we have seen as we drove out today, in the hedgerows and the fields of gold where the daffodils are grown. I am always reminded of Sting’s beautiful song, Fields of Gold, when I see these fields in Spring though I know he is singing of the gold of ripening barley.Click on any photo for detail.
Here, for your delectation, is Fields of Gold by Sting.