It’s World Nursery Rhyme Week and this utterly delightful rendition of Jack and Jill came into my inbox today. Do watch, it will warm your heart!
Recently a thrush has joined the other birds in our garden, watching from the wall and then ground feeding.
I had a sudden urge to make (and eat!) Granny’s fudge, the recipe (very wicked and very. good!) written in my 11 year old italic handwriting, 
I hope this makes you smile as it did me.
https://www.facebook.com/194176253533/videos/688644912030273
Look after yourself in these strange and difficult times.
We have some lovely white Primroses in our Suffragette garden. The Hebes are about to flower purple so there will soon be all the colours we need.
The Nasturtiums in the hedgerow is still in flower.
We’ve been promoted already! Another allotment plot has unexpectedly become available and we have been offered it. It is bigger than the one we have started weeding and digging and we will have to start again with the weeding but 30A, our new plot, has a fruit cage! There are Blackcurrant bushes in there already.
A damp morning gave us webs, a walk through town showed another lamp-post mask and the walk home, a Hydrangea flower that’d been dropped and now looks beautiful in a piece of Mum’s green glass.
Hibernation
“And the people stayed home. And read books, and listened, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played games, and learned new ways of being, and were still. And listened more deeply. Some meditated, some prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows. And the people began to think differently.
~Kitty O’Meara
I had a fancy for some Cheese Scones and so, here they are, delicious slightly warm with salty Cornish butter.
Cheese and Black Olive Scones
We decided that our walk today need to be by the sea but when we got there the sun had gone in, the wind was wild and cold and damp, the sea was grey and we didn’t stay long.
Along the path to the beach is a very pleasing timeline of protest. Today I give you the first few….
I subscribe to Poem-a-Day and today this beautiful lullaby arrived in my inbox. Many of the poems that arrive are not in the public domain and are still in copyright so I can’t share them with you but this one is available so here you are. I think it’s very lovely.
A Mojave Lullaby by Bertrand N. O. Walker
Sleep, my little man-child,
Dream-time to you has come.In the closely matted branches
Of the mesquite tree,
The mother-bird has nestled
Her little ones; see
From the ghost-hills of your fathers,
Purpling shadows eastward crawl,
While beyond the western sky-tints pale
As twilight spreads its pall.The eastern hills are lighted,
See their sharp peaks burn and glow,
With the colors the Great Sky-Chief
Gave your father for his bow.
Hush my man-child; be not frighted,
‘Tis the father’s step draws nigh.
O’er the trail along the river,
Where the arrow-weeds reach high
Above his dark head, see
He parts them with his strong hands,
As he steps forth into view.
He is coming home to mother,
Home to mother and to you.Sleep my little man-child,
Daylight has gone.
There’s no twitter in the branches,
Dream-time has come.
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on November 15, 2020, by the Academy of American Poets.
The moss on the lane into town is greener than ever.
We love our greengrocers and loved the colours of these beets.
Gorgeous Autumn coloured leaves on the way home too. 
World Kindness day – if only every day were so named and acted upon. 
What a wonderful word this – triskaidekaphobia! It means a fear of all things to do with thirteen so Friday 13th comes under this heading. In fact, Friday 13th is a positive date, a day of good luck. 
Every day there is a charm of Goldfinches at the feeders, nine here, sometimes more with others waiting their turn on the arch.
I promised you a poem that I was sent recently. Here it is, another by Mary Oliver. Kindness is so very important, at all times, but especially now in these very uncertain times. I send love and peace to you all along with this lovely poem.
Why I Wake Early – Mary Oliver
Hello sun in my face,
Hello you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety –
best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.
There was a wonderful interview on the Today programme on Radio 4 this morning with a 100 year old man, Eddie Jaku, who had kindness in his soul, who had been in concentration camps and come out with the thought that he must counteract all cruelty with kindness. If you would like to listen to the whole interview , here is the link https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/p08y82p9
There were words of his that I scribbled down at the point of listening, that I wanted to keep for ever.
“One flower is my garden
One good friend is my world”
“Three H – hope, health and happiness – happiness is the only thing that doubles when you share it. ”
What a wonderful man! Do listen if you can.
I’ve been ‘resting’ all day as I was allowed to have the steroid injection in my hip yesterday and was told to rest for 48 hours to get the best benefit. I have spent the whole glorious day embroidering the panels that I am making for two of our LiveWires for Christmas. I don’t understand why I can have multiple injections. in my hip and only three in my ankles but I am not going to question it! I can’t show you the panels yet so here is a lovely photo of one of our planters in the Spring to give us all hope for the next Spring to come. 
Here’s a Poppy from our garden and a white Poppy for Peace to mark the day.
A beautiful card arrived today from a very lovely and dear friend, expressing her concern about my ankles – a typically kind and lovely thing to do. Thank you, T.
Catching Crayfish by Carl Larsson
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