A little feather had become caught in the grass. I love the colour and lines of the dry grass against the white softness of the feather.
Monthly Archives: February 2016
We took a new turning on our local walk today as the path has always looked quite seductive. It turned out to be one we won’t repeat but there was a beautiful moss and ivy covered wall with a shaft of sunlight falling on it.
There was a rushing stream tumbling through the bottom of the valley. We could hear it long before we were able to cross it.
As we turned back for home, we spotted this delightful sign on a gate. I know quite a few people who could make good use of such a sign.
What a lovely concert in the beautiful Truro Cathedral this lunchtime! Here is one of our songs which I hope you will enjoy. It is ‘This is My Cornwall’ by Harry Glasson and is almost our Cornish anthem! Thank you to the lovely Mr S for the recording.
We were looking down the cathedral towards the Rose window and at one point the sun came through though I didn’t catch it then as we were singing! The photo was taken as we were leaving.
You will have seen that we all wear black with some splashes of red for our choir performances. This scarf is my new accessory for performances. I bought it specially for the wedding of one of our members for when we sang at her wedding in December and I love it!
This morning I added some milk to beaten eggs for breakfast and a beautiful milk-flower appeared.
Through a rain-stained window…..
Good friends are soon to become grandparents and so I decided to make some Sally-boots for the new arrival. I made them with the multi-coloured wool I used for Live-wire T’s balaclava but knitting something so small, one boot turned out blue, green and yellow and the other in pink , orange and purple making a somewhat quirky pair of boots!
This morning, it being cold, crisp and clear, we could see the sea from our bedroom window when we drew the curtains. How lovely is that? Shame about all the wires but it really was that blue!
The Bengal cat visited again. Can you see the plethora of white feathers on the ground? Something plucked a pigeon yesterday, no body to be seen, just a mass of feathers….. I don’t think that was done by a cat.
I’ve made a couple of individual Chicken and Leek pies today to put in the freezer. In fact, we share one but they would be for one for most appetites.
Before I met some lovely friends for a coffee in the cafe at Trelissick I had a brisk walk around the garden. Here are a few of the delights therein.
We had a delicious soup for lunch after the lovely Mr S returned home from working on the boat in bitter if bright weather.
It was a full moon on Sunday so I was able to set the Moon and Tide clock that was one of my birthday presents. We were in Barcelona for the last full moon so this was my first opportunity. I shall really enjoy watching the progress of the moon and planning outings based on the tide.
I am listening to BBC Radio 4 as I prepare this post. The following poem has just been quoted from. It is in a book about to be published called, I think, ‘Poems which make women cry.’
“Warsan Shire, a Somali-British writer and poet in her 20s, uses her work to explore stories of escape and journeys. The poem below, entitled “Home”, is written from the perspective of someone escaping violence, and losing their home. Not only is Shire a very talented writer, this poem is also a powerful answer to common claims that asylum seekers are moving for economic reasons, or because they just feel like it. The majority of the Syrian people who have attempted to enter Europe in recent months were legitimately fearing for their lives, and felt like they had no other choice. You can find the whole harrowing poem here. It is well worth reading.
you have to understand,
that no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land
no one burns their palms
no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck
feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled
means something more than journey.
no one crawls under fences
no one wants to be beaten
Waiting for the lovely Mr S and Nick the Sailman to take down the Genoa for repair of the sacrificial strip, I took photos of the reflections in the wet mud as the tide was out. Even mud can be beautiful!
We went into Truro in the afternoon and had a cup of coffee in the art shop where the supplies for artists are just wonderful. I love the colours of these pastels and still have a yen for creating a scene in water colours. My sister is an artist, my Dad also, as well as being a novelist and I still wish I had this talent. Maybe I just have to try to know if I can or not.