I knitted lots of little hats for newborns some time ago but didn’t deliver them to the hub at our local wool shop as the hospital stopped wanting them. However, now they are needed in Ukraine as are larger ones for bigger children. The next truck will be leaving Cornwall with various supplies in the new year.
We drove past the thatch again and it is looking splendid. What craftsmen those thatchers are.
I have shared several of Naomi Shihab Nye’s poems before but this one I had missed. It was written in 1952 but is so sadly relevant still.
