In glorious Spring sunshine I walked to deliver a card and found so many beautiful things, just nearby, almost on our doorstep – first a dragon leaning up against a wall,
next, a decorated fence…..
and lastly today, a beautiful blue planter full of Spring colour.
This afternoon I went into town to The Craft Collective as I had heard that they were going to be knitting pink Pussy hats in preparation for any visit by POTUS No 45. As well as the ticket buying wool, pattern, needles and unlimited wonderful snacks, more than half of the money was being collected for Cornwall Women’s Refuge. You can find out more about the charity here. http://www.cwrt.org.uk/ What a pleasure to spend a creative afternoon with like-minded people!
Coming home I was delighted by our own front garden!
Our eldest daughter is with us for the weekend for her birthday so I have cooked up a storm, the main course of which was spectacular and delicious. It is Yottam Ottolenghi’s Duck with Blackberries, Ginger and Star Anise and it went down very well! We had the Duck dish with a mash of Carrots, Potato and Sweet Potato and some Crispy Garlicky Kale.
The sun shone today and the garden is looking beautiful! Here are some of the Clematis Armandii flowers, the Three Wise Monkeys planter with Muscari now blooming among the Tete a Tete and an unexpected up-side-down shot!
So tired yesterday, I forgot to press the ‘Publish’ button!
It is International Women’s Day today and these words from Malala Yousafzai are the ones which speak loudest to me today.
“Do not wait for someone else to come and speak for you. It’s you who can change the world.”
I loved this cruet set which was on the table in The Melting Pot cafe in Krowji where we had a delicious lunch of Courgette and Leek soup.
Another walk in St Euny graveyard this afternoon – this time to talk logistics with Rebecca Mordan of Scary Little Girls who do literary theatrical walks. Our production, Until the Day Break, becomes more real every time we take someone else on the walk with us.
A tree in the graveyard caught my eye – the beautiful colours of the bark and the pictures therein. It was like cloud watching and finding shapes in them. I just discovered that there is a name for doing that – Pareidolia – I love new words! What do you see here? My first mind picture changed as I took the photo.
I love going to the haberdashery! I needed some ribbon today and this was the rainbow selection.
Because it was St Piran’s Day this weekend almost every shop window had big bunches of fresh daffodils in the window , sometimes with other decorations – like this beautiful cake in the bakery.
You may have noticed red legged Choughs among the decorations.. The Chough, a symbol of Cornwall and part of our coat-of-arms, is coming back to Cornwall which pleases us all.
with thanks to Sophie Harding.
We have just had a lovely evening full of laughter with good friends at a Shappi Khorsandi gig with Mark Steele as her support.
St Piran’s day is tomorrow and there have been parades all over Cornwall today. In Redruth, the rain held off just for the duration of the parade. The theme is both St Piran represented by his flag, black with a white cross, and daffodils. Every local school takes part and the whole event is one of joy.
The start of the Parade with Redruth’s mascot, Tolgus the Lamb leading.
As part of the celebrations, my choir had been asked to sing Cornish songs and though the audience was quite small they were very enthusiastic.
I had to leave the performance early to catch the train to Truro, a train it turned out, which was full of people coming up from Penzance to the Save Our NHS March. There were tens of thousands marching in London and several hundred of us in Truro. This photo was taken at the end as the crowd is beginning to leave.
I have been knitting for weeks and today I finished the Mermaid Tail for Live-Wire No3’s birthday! I am delighted with the end result, especially the two sides of scaly loveliness.
The poem by Edward Thomas who was born on this day in 1878 is very pleasing to me. It is called “Words.”
Out of us all
That make rhymes
Will you choose
Sometimes –
As the winds use
A crack in a wall
Or a drain,
Their joy or their pain
To whistle through –
Choose me,
You English words?I know you:
You are light as dreams,
Tough as oak,
Precious as gold,
As poppies and corn,
Or an old cloak:
Sweet as our birds
To the ear,
As the burnet rose
In the heat
Of Midsummer:
Strange as the races
Of dead and unborn:
Strange and sweet
Equally,
And familiar,
To the eye,
As the dearest faces
That a man knows,
And as lost homes are:
But though older far
Than oldest yew, –
As our hills are, old, –
Worn new
Again and again:
Young as our streams
After rain:
And as dear
As the earth which you prove
That we love.Make me content
With some sweetness
From Wales
Whose nightingales
Have no wings, –
From Wiltshire and Kent
And Herefordshire, –
And the villages there, –
From the names, and the things
No less.
Let me sometimes dance
With you,
Or climb
Or stand perchance
In ecstasy,
Fixed and free
In a rhyme,
As poets do.
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