Monthly Archives: October 2021

Hallowe’en, Soup and Cake

This came my way for Hallowe’en and I thought you might all like it, Dear Readers. Happy Hallowe’en to you all.

Found in Monkseaton, UK

I’ve made three pints of beautiful Pumpkin Soup, a new recipe which suggests serving with creme fraiche and crispy bacon. It was delicious. Thanks to M&S who gave us the pumpkin some weeks ago.

I treated myself to a proper non-stick bundt tin last time we went to Truro and today made Jamie Oliver’s Tangerine Dream Cake again. It is much better cooked in the proper tin, looks good and tastes better too.

Tangerine Dream Cake


Posted by on October 31, 2021 in baking, Humour, Photography, Postaday2021


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I’ve shared poems by Naomi Shihab Nye before. I love her writing. This is a real experience that she is writing about. It all comes down to kindness, again.

“Wandering around the Albuquerque Airport Terminal, after learning my flight had been delayed four hours, I heard an announcement: “If anyone in the vicinity of Gate A-4 understands any Arabic, please come to the gate immediately.” Well — one pauses these days. Gate A-4 was my own gate. I went there.

An older woman in full traditional Palestinian embroidered dress, just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing. “Help,” said the flight agent. “Talk to her. What is her problem? We told her the flight was going to be late and she did this.”

I stooped to put my arm around the woman and spoke haltingly.

“Shu-dow-a, Shu-bid-uck Habibti? Stani schway, Min fadlick, Shu-bit-se-wee?” The minute she heard any words she knew, however poorly used, she stopped crying. She thought the flight had been cancelled entirely. She needed to be in El Paso for major medical treatment the next day. I said, “No, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just later, who is picking you up? Let’s call him.”

We called her son, I spoke with him in English. I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and ride next toher. She talked to him. Then we called her other sons justfor the fun of it. Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and found out of course they had ten shared friends. Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian poets I know and let them chat with her? This all took up two hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling of her life, patting my knee, answering questions. She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies — little powdered sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts — from her bag — and was offering them to all the women at the gate. To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the mom from California, the lovely woman from Laredo — we were all covered with the same powdered sugar. And smiling. There is no better cookie.

And then the airline broke out free apple juice from huge coolers and two little girls from our flight ran around serving it and they were covered with powdered sugar, too. And I noticed my new best friend — by now we were holding hands — had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing, with green furry leaves. Such an old country tradition. Always carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and I thought, This is the world I want to live in. The shared world. Not a single person in that gate — once the crying of confusion stopped— seemed apprehensive about any other person. They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women, too.

This can still happen anywhere. Not everything is lost.”

~ Naomi Shihab Nye

I looked up Mamool Cookies as they are new to me and found this delicious sounding recipe which I shall try out soon.


Posted by on October 30, 2021 in Postaday2021, Uncategorized


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Haiku at Kew Gardens

My blogger friend Ute visited Kew Gardens for their Japanese Festival recently and found wonderful displays of Haiku. I asked if there were any in English as it seemed they were all in Japanese. The lovely Ute went back to see if she could find one in English and she did, writing this blog post for me which is so very kind. The photos are hers.

Bees happily hum
Wisteria vines strangle
Days bleed into night

Thank you. Ute, for your photos and your posts.


Life is Beautiful

I found this today and it touched me.
I looked up the author and found this “L. R. Knost is an  award-winning author, feminist, and social justice activist, is the founder and director of the children’s rights advocacy and family consulting group, Little Hearts/Gentle Parenting Resources ( ), and Editor-in-Chief of Holistic Parenting Magazine. Her work has been quoted from Hollywood to D.C. to South Africa, most notably in an address on children’s rights to the South African Parliament by the Minister of Justice. She lives in Central Florida with her husband and the youngest four of her six children.”
I have posted some of her wise words before. Put her name in the search bar for more.



Autumn Colour, Fun and Fungi

Autumn colour in Trelissick gardens today was lovely – this tree in particular.

We all had great fun in the apple orchard collecting windfalls and throwing them at the target. We did pretty well. If you look closely, you’ll see J’s apple approaching the apple tree. He scored a 7!

There were so many bright red fungi that as we approached them we thought they were fallen leaves.


Leaves, Chillies and Michael Sheen

Coloured leaves, chillies and a treat for you.

Our chilli plant is still going strong. I delivered these five green ones to a neighbour this afternoon.

Dylan Thomas’ Under Milk Wood has been a favourite of mine since I was a little girl when my parents used to play the Richard Burton version on two LPs and I grew to know it almost by heart. I was later able to choose it as a text for my GCSE pupils to study and I hope I instilled a love for these words in some of them at least. I love, here, how Michael Sheen has interpreted the words and given everything so much expression, just perfect.  I hope the link works for you. The video is appearing in my draft but not always when I preview…….  Maybe give it a few moments.



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Cat, Phone Box and Chips

On today’s walk, I was just taking a photo of a flower when this very lovely furry cat joined us and posed beautifully..

Later round the walk, we came around the Village Library in Carn Brea Village.

Regular readers may have spotted my delight when I harvested our Sweet Potatoes, all wriggly and not very many – but….. They make splendid Sweet Potato Chips!

Just one of our allotment sweet potatoes made all these chips.


Colours Along our Walk

So many colours in small pops along the Flat Lode Trail this afternoon, all delightful to see.



Reds, Yellows, Greens and Blue

Mixed tomatoes at the greengrocer in town

Geranium Rozanne in our garden (Edited after Helen’s comment. Thank you, H)


Posted by on October 23, 2021 in Cornwall, garden, Photography, Postaday2021


Cottage, Cygnets and Meeting the Artist

We met our friends for breakfast at The Heron on the side of the Malpas River and had a delicious breakfast with delightful company. Across the water is this lovely white cottage with its own stone steps down to the beach.

Walking away, we spotted two swan families on the water with six cygnets between them.

Afterwards we went into Truro to the museum to collect the print of Tony Foster’s Lockdown diary 1 which I fell in love with when we first saw it a couple of weeks ago. I showed you Lockdown Diary 2 in a post that day. You can see it here. You’ll be able to see the print when it has been framed.
I was excited about collecting the print and even more so when the staff said that Tony Foster was in the gallery and that I should go and meet him. What a lovely, friendly man! He was so easy to chat to, about his paintings, about the Grand Canyon, about the danger our beautiful and fragile planet is in, about lockdown and his delightful record of those strange days.  He was gracious enough to let me get a photo for this blog. He is standing by Lockdown Diary 1, a copy of which will be on our wall before too long.

At the back of the catalogue are the following words.


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