Today I have bought a new sun hat. Ever the optimist, I just know I will be needing it this Summer.
With one ball of yarn plus a little I have made nine tiny baby hats for the Caring Crafters of Cornwall group who are knitting and making for premature babies born in our local hospitals.
The words of Rabindranath Tagore are always interesting. This piece is particularly lovely. Savour it and enjoy it. It is called The Source.
The sleep that flits on baby’s eyes-does anybody know from where
it comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has its dwelling where,
in the fairy village among shadows of the forest dimly lit with
glow-worms, there hang two shy buds of enchantment. From there it
comes to kiss baby’s eyes.
The smile that flickers on baby’s lips when he sleeps-does
anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumour that a young
pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn
cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew
washed morning-the smile that flickers on baby’s lips when he
The sweet, soft freshness that blooms on baby’s limbs-does
anybody know where it was hidden so long? Yes, when the mother was
a young girl it lay pervading her heart in tender and silent
mystery of love-the sweet, soft freshness that has bloomed on