I love the combination of the pale pink tulips with the blue of the muscari.
The late sun was lighting up the gorse on the hillside as we went to Porthtowan this evening.
We were in Porthtowan for a talk about beavers in Cornwall and it was fascinating. 
Choc chip cookies are always fun to make and enjoyed by everyone. 
I need some buttons for my new jacket (I did buy it Nancy!) but it need a change of buttons so I went to my best button box, the one with my Grandfather’s samples in. He was a button salesman and the box of lovely mother-of-pearl buttons was kept by my Dad and then given to me. For those who have been following my blog for many years, you may remember that I used some of these buttons on all the baby, toddler and little people knitting that I did for our LiveWires.
At the Ladder the other day for the writing course, I saw this lovely little model of a fishing boat.
We visited our dear friend T today and took a spring posy from the garden, narcissi and a hyacinth, all of which are highly scented and much appreciated.
Sharing poems is one of the joys of our visit and today was the turn of T S Elliot’s cats. Later the following quotation came my way and seemed just perfect for the day.
Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats by T S Elliot, bought in 1965
“I’ll tell you a secret: we don’t read and write poetry because it’s pretty. We read and write poetry because we belong to the human race; and the human race is filled with passion. Medicine, Law, Commerce, Engineering… they are noble and necessary races to dignify human life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love are things that keep us alive” – Dead Poets Society (1989)
Last week I told you about making a veg bag for Community Roots. As a thank you they have given us a bag of this week’s vegetables – what a beautiful bagful!
and more….. potatoes, mushrooms, salad leaves and onions!
After the last session of my writing course – which was both challenging and enjoyably satisfying – I went to meet a friend for lunch (an excellent red pepper soup.)
After a long catch-up, we strolled over to Kresen Kernow (Cornwall Centre, home to the world’s largest collection of documents, books, maps and photographs related to Cornwall’s history) where there is an exhibition about Cornish women. It was absolutely fascinating. My favourite story was of Mary Kelynack whom you can read about in this work by Michael Tangye, a local historian, In brief, she walked form Newlyn to London to visit The Great Exhibition, yes, she walked! And she was 76!
Thank you C for the photo
Just watched a very moving programme Channel 4 Bear Grylls meets Volodymyr Zelensky. If you get the chance, do watch it.
I loaded the trug with the seed potatoes and the shallots for planting at the allotment today.
On my way down there I heard a bee being very busy and found it on a bright golden dandelion.
The compost we took from our garden to improve the soil was alive with worms, much to our delight.
On our way through Truro we pass a roundabout that has three huge hedgehogs on it and I noticed the other day that they are in hibernation mode. Nearby is a post box that always has interesting crocheted/knitted toppers. However, we are always in the car when we go by and photos are impossible. Happily, we have good friends who live nearby and M has taken the photos for me. Thank you very much, M!
Overnight rain left lots of raindrops on the Grape Hyacinths.
One of my pupils with whom I have stayed in touch makes beautiful pieces with her delicate painting and immaculate lettering. Each of the phrases touches me and is part of my philosophy. She has given me permission to share this lovely work with you.
Thank you, Rachel McCann, artist
Someone down our street very kindly put out a bucket of Narcissi for people to help themselves to – so I did and they are gorgeous, scented and full of colour.
There were so many flowers in the bucket that I imagined their back garden to be bursting with daffodils and that brought to mind the much loved Wordsworth poem, I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud.
I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o’er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced; but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:A poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company:I gazed—and gazed—but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.
The library is now nearer to the town and about 100 people including children from two local schools formed a chain between the two buildings and passed books along. Everyone looked at the titles as the books were passed from hand to hand.
Part of the human chain passing books along, photo taken by Ladder photographer
Puppet Passmore Edwards on his way back to The LadderAmong the fabric I collected yesterday to make veggie bags for Community Roots was a long strip of beautifully embroidered linen. I’m using it for the gusset of the bag and it’s gorgeous!
I love how raindrops collect at the end of the little blooms of Muscari.
Tonight there is a delicate crescent moon shining below Venus. Somewhere below the moon is Jupiter but it’s hidden behind the branches of the tree. The edge of sunset can be seen over Carn Brea. 
I called into Make A mends again this morning to collect some fabric and spotted a wonderful piece of yarn work. How I wish I had had these crutches when I had my new hips fitted! 
On the pavement in town today was a tiny bit of pottery.
We drove through Tresillian this afternoon and I just managed to get a shot of half of Tregothnan Gatehouse and the hundreds of daffodils, nodding away in the breeze.
Ramadan Mubarak! May this blessed month bring peace and happiness to our dear family and friends.
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