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Monthly Archives: October 2015

Poppy, Ferns and A Courgette

There is lots of colour still in the garden but today I thought to concentrate on the green. There is a Poppy bud which I hope will have time to open before the winter sets in.

Poppy bud with raindrops

Poppy bud with raindrops

My fern patch in the shady area is looking good.

Shady area

Shady area

Varieties of ferns

Varieties of ferns

There are a couple of courgettes (zucchini) on the plant. We will probably use them as baby ones as the growing season is coming to an end. Having said that, it has been quite warm and the lawn just keeps growing!

Courgette with flower

Courgette with flower

 
 

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Weekly Photo Challenge – Treat

It is always a treat when our Grandchildren come to stay. They love bouncing on the air bed in the morning, especially as it goes down and their Aunt makes them fly! To see what others consider a treat, click here.

Cousins jumping and laughing together

Cousins jumping and laughing together

 
 

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Book Cover, Chilli Peaches and A Candle

I thought you might like to see this much treasured book, bought in an auction sale some sixty years ago and given to me. It is now very fragile and still much loved.

Leather tooled cover of The Call of the Sea

Leather tooled cover of The Call of the Sea

Beautifully painted inside cover

Beautifully painted inside cover

Yesterday I showed you the Kulfi made for tonight. It is to be served with Chilli Peaches. You may notice that the chilli flakes are only on half of the peaches…..  I shall serve the rest of the flakes on the side!

Chilli peaches

Chilli peaches

I love how this candle glows from inside like a stained glass window.

Glowing candle

Glowing candle

 

 

 
 

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Weekly Photo Challenge – Careful

The girls dancing here had to be very careful indeed! The ledge is less than 3″ wide.

Dancers-at-the-pavilion-in-Falmouth-being-very-careful

Dancers at Princess Pavilion in Falmouth being very careful indeed

To see more in this Challenge, click this link.

 

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Autumn Colour, New Wool and Kulfi

It is lovely to see sunshine through Autumn leaves.

Pinky leaves

Pinky leaves

When I arrived home from a lovely singing session today, there was a parcel waiting for me. It contained two balls of wool in Arsenal colours and a delightful letter from our oldest Grand child:

Dear Granny,
Here is a picture of a balaclava. Please make me the one on the bottom right.
It will keep me warm.
xxxxxxx

Red and white wool ready for me to knit a balaclava for J

Red and white wool ready for me to knit a balaclava for J

I have made some delicious Kulfi for dessert tomorrow night, using another Spicery kit. Here the spices and vanilla are steeping in the sweet warm milky mixture.

Preparing Kulfi

Preparing Kulfi

 

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Catalan Supper, New Cake and Einstein

We cooked another of our Spicery meals tonight as Daughter No 1 was with us having helped to put the boat to bed for the winter in the ship-yard and it was very good indeed – Catalan Seafood Fideua with Lemon Allioli and a green salad.

Catalan Seafood Fideua

Catalan Seafood Fideua

This afternoon I made a new cake where I blended two recipes and it worked out well. It’s oranges and lemons and sour cream and I need to think of a name!

St Clement's cake

Sour Cream St Clement’s cake,  amalgamation of two recipes

Here  are some more useful words, this time from Einstein.

Do not grow old - Einstein

Do not grow old – Einstein

 

 

 

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Art Gallery, Dolly’s Tea Room and A Poet’s Birthday

I love Falmouth Art Gallery and today called in to see an exhibition called, Soil Culture: Deep Roots. Click on any photo in the gallery below for captions and detail. This art gallery is very child friendly always providing stimulating experiences for young people and valuing their work with proper framing and hanging.

Dolly’s Tea Room was our destination for lunch – such a charming place with smiley service and excellent food. Here is another gallery for you.

Dylan Thomas was born on this day in 1914. Regular readers wil know that he is my all-time favourite poet. Here is ‘Poem in October’ for your delectation.

Poem In October – Poem by Dylan Thomas

It was my thirtieth year to heaven
Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wood
And the mussel pooled and the heron
Priested shore
The morning beckon
With water praying and call of seagull and rook
And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall
Myself to set foot
That second
In the still sleeping town and set forth.

My birthday began with the water-
Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name
Above the farms and the white horses
And I rose
In rainy autumn
And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.
High tide and the heron dived when I took the road
Over the border
And the gates
Of the town closed as the town awoke.

A springful of larks in a rolling
Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling
Blackbirds and the sun of October
Summery
On the hill’s shoulder,
Here were fond climates and sweet singers suddenly
Come in the morning where I wandered and listened
To the rain wringing
Wind blow cold
In the wood faraway under me.

Pale rain over the dwindling harbour
And over the sea wet church the size of a snail
With its horns through mist and the castle
Brown as owls
But all the gardens
Of spring and summer were blooming in the tall tales
Beyond the border and under the lark full cloud.
There could I marvel
My birthday
Away but the weather turned around.

It turned away from the blithe country
And down the other air and the blue altered sky
Streamed again a wonder of summer
With apples
Pears and red currants
And I saw in the turning so clearly a child’s
Forgotten mornings when he walked with his mother
Through the parables
Of sun light
And the legends of the green chapels

And the twice told fields of infancy
That his tears burned my cheeks and his heart moved in mine.
These were the woods the river and sea
Where a boy
In the listening
Summertime of the dead whispered the truth of his joy
To the trees and the stones and the fish in the tide.
And the mystery
Sang alive
Still in the water and singingbirds.

And there could I marvel my birthday
Away but the weather turned around. And the true
Joy of the long dead child sang burning
In the sun.
It was my thirtieth
Year to heaven stood there then in the summer noon
Though the town below lay leaved with October blood.
O may my heart’s truth
Still be sung
On this high hill in a year’s turning.

 

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