Part of my Christmas present was a subscription to the BBC Good Food magazine. Our meal tonight was the very tasty and easy Roast Chicken with Mustard, Marmalade, Parsnips and Orange. I made the whole recipe, for 4 and will freeze the half for another meal one day when I don’t feel like cooking.
The heavy rain has beaten down our Daffodils so I propped some up and brought in the one that had snapped at the base.
I’ve made our favourite Lime and Ginger Cheesecake this afternoon for the lovely Mr S’s birthday feast tomorrow. The recipe serves 8-10 so I have made 4 small ones, one to share tomorrow and the rest in the freezer for when we feel like a treat.
Just the one beautiful day this week so we got in a good walk and some garden tidying up, discovering some Crocuses hidden under decaying leaves. Spring is certainly springing in Cornwall, very, very wet and quite (relatively) warm.
1. The Crocuses
2 and 3 The beautiful little anemones are beginning to bloom.
4. More Snowdrops
5. Iris Reticulata
6. Paler Iris Reticulata – I prefer the darker ones.
I told my friend about the comments about her winter swimming and pointed her to them. This is her response
“Awwwh that’s so lovely Sally. I love the ‘Is she sane?’ I can only say, it’s questionable at times but cold water swimming helps. Today’s swimming adventure is at high tide in Little Beach at Portreath. It’ll probably be mizzling if not piddling down, I’ll have my diving head torch, oh so glam waterproof changing robe and hot water bottle and chocolate. What else could a girl wish for on a Saturday night in lock down?!”
Later this afternoon, N popped over so that I could add a photo. She is such a star!
The inspiration for Six on Saturday comes from The Propagator. Pop over to see his posts and to read sixes from lots of other gardeners to find out how gardens all over the world are faring.
Also on our walk we came across this box of free apples and pears. We happily took some pears and this afternoon I have poached them in vanilla for desserts over the next few days.
Last time we were in Arizona (too long ago) I bought a little book of Native American Proverbs. I like the one on the cover and this one below (and many more ) from inside.
“Be kind to everything that lives.” Omaha
And, excellent news, I received my letter from the NHS today inviting me for my vaccine. I booked immediately and get my shot tomorrow and my 2nd dose on 18th April. Shortly after that I’ll be able to hug family if/when they can visit.
My dear friend and her beautiful dog, Kaia, came today for us to walk together around the Great Flat Lode. The valley was misty, Carn Brea covered by low cloud and by the end it was properly mizzling but we had the best walk catching up. The lovely Mr S brought me a little treat this afternoon on his way back from his appointment, always loved these and can’t remember when I last had one.
I think I’ve mentioned before our lovely neighbour who swims throughout the winter. The other day, she and her friends swam in a local quarry where they had to break the ice to make any headway. N had a hammer with her and was, literally, breaking the ice with her hammer!I think this cartoon expresses how I might feel if I were to try this hobby! I hope it doesn’t offend anybody! Open Water Swearing by Kate West Art
I love it when beautiful things come my way out of the blue. This poem by Nicolette Sowder and its lovely art work by Lucy Campbell turned up yesterday.
May we raise children
who love the unloved
things – the dandelion, the
worms & spiderlings.
Children who sense
the rose needs the thorn
& run into rainswept days
the same way they
turn towards sun…
And when they’re grown &
someone has to speak for those
who have no voice
may they draw upon that
wilder bond, those days of
tending tender things
and be the ones.
~ Nicolette Sowder
A couple of my dear readers commented on the beautiful and enormous pebbles on Penzance Promenade and I thought that they, and you, might like another picture where a different set of the sculptured pebbles, have been joined by real pebbles and seaweed thrown up by the last crazy storm.
A few days ago our lovely neighbour delivered some Cornish daffodils for our 13th anniversary of moving here. They were all in bud but have now opened and are glorious, two vases full. On our first evening here, in 2008, before the removal vans arrived, we were sitting on the dining room floor with our daughter and her friend, enjoying our first meal in our new house – a Chinese takeaway. There was a ring at the door and there was Sue with a jam jar full of Cornish daffodils. She joined us on the floor and shared our dinner and it was quite clear from that moment that we would become very good friends. She has brought us daffodils on our anniversary ever since!.
Our internet has been down all day. It has been quite a salutary lesson to realise how very dependent we are on being connected. We had an art lecture on Charles Rennie Mackintosh to attend in the early evening and later on I was to join a zoom choir session. We realised we couldn’t look up what to do to sort the problem, we couldn’t do our online supermarket order, couldn’t ‘chat’ to friends, couldn’t do any banking and the list went on. I wouldn’t be able to do my blog! Happily, a very efficient and friendly technician from BT (British Telecom) was able to sort us out in a 40 minute phone call and there we were back on line in time to sing! Thank you Scott from the Exeter BT help office.
We found ourselves unexpectedly in Penzance today. The lovely Mr S has an outpatient appointment on Thursday and our hospital is being very careful about the virus so books each patient for a Covid test three days before. We decided to go early so that we could have a walk first. Enjoy the sunny photos!
Seal and I love how the water looks here
Castle on St Michael’s Mount
Reflection and the castle
Two rather touching memory plaques on one of the new benches along the newly refurbished promenade.
Our walk was short and brisk dodging hailstorms. The sky over Carn Brea was threatening of more to come.
The lovely Mr S is very fond of Eccles Cakes as was my Dad, a Lancashire man. Dad liked them with a hunk of Lancashire cheese. I have never made them before and am delighted with today’s efforts!
While I was baking, I was listening to Poetry Please on BBC radio 4. The final poem by Murray Lachlan Young, ‘Negative Thoughts’ feels just perfect for these times as many people are struggling with their mental health. As the poet says, this poem is “An antidote to allowing things to spiral in the wrong direction.” The whole programme is worth listening to but you can find the poem at about 27 minutes using the link above. I found it very useful.
Catkins, a sign of Spring on our bright and brisk walk.
A friend popped round on her walk today so that we could swap books and she brought me some beautiful sea glass too. So, I now have new red glass and some sea glass and I need to get back to work.Thank you so much, H, much appreciated.
The following lovely story came my way today and I thought you’d like it too, Dear Reader.
This beautiful embroidered dress is such a gentle reminder of the positivity and sincerity of the First Lady. I love too that she is a teacher.
The following is taken from a Facebook post this morning:
“Dr. Jill Biden’s Inauguration Evening Dress had flowers from all 50 States plus the US territories embroidered on it, with the flower of Delaware sewn near her heart and the other flowers branching out from it. What a lovely message from a lovely woman.
ETA: “Inside of the coat, representing the lifelong calling and service of Dr. Biden as an educator is a hand embroidery on the lining with a quote from Founding Father Benjamin Franklin:
“Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn.”’
The materials used were existing available fabrics to minimize the impact on the environment.”
Pictures from designer Gabriela Hearst. Jessica Bustamante
The skies were so beautifully blue today, the moon already risen and the apricity so lovely – until the black clouds came over and the hailstorm swirled around us with the sharp hail bits stinging our faces!
In St Euny Graveyard, on our route down Church Lane on the way to the Great Flat Lode, the Snowdrops are blooming.