We have a white magpie visiting with all the others in the garden. The photos were taken from inside the kitchen and are not very clear. Apparently it’s leucism, which is when the feathers of a bird are white or paler than normal, due to genetics. 
I came across this stitched piece and loved it. I want to try one like it.
I found this poem but it has no author so if anyone knows, I’d love to credit it.
I made a special lunch today for my brother and his wife who are visiting – Tomato and Two Cheese Torte with a pretty salad. 
We all went to visit the bench that is the memorial to our Mum and Dad. Plaques are being added soon.
Some time ago I saw some book earrings and discovered that they could be made for any book cover so I ordered some of my Dad’s most loved story, The Fate of Jeremy Visick, and they arrived today. I am absolutely delighted with them!
We found a moth on the side of the shed, very well camouflaged.
I think this is a Galium Carpet moth
I have a new poem for you. It is written by Rachel Rooney who once said we should ‘start the day and end the day with a poem’ – an excellent rule to live by! This is Seeker
Eyes as wide as continents brim with the water between,
Seeks a different future. Looks back on what has been.Mouth seeks another language. Shapes a different air.
Unfamiliar classroom ways. The other whispered prayer.Heart seeks home. One it left and one it took along.
Echoes in the distance. Skips to a playground song.
I came across this today and thought you, Dear Readers, might like it too. In my choirs we sing words like these which are said to be Irish. Wherever they originated, they are good words.
We have new buds on the rose but no flowers as all the petals are prettily on the ground. 
Yesterday we passed some road works and the huge roll of bright yellow piping amused me. Not sure why but thought I’d share anyway. 🙂
My brother and SIL are visiting from America and are staying this week in St Ives so we went over to have a lovely day with them.
On one of our walks around we found two amazing murals. 
The mesembryanthemums (One of our Mum’s favourite flowers) were enjoying the warm and bright sunshine. 
I’m delighted with having planted Heliotrope at nose level in the window box outside the tool shed as every time I go into the garden, the delightful scent wafts by me.
I’m loving our border with Marguerite Daisies, Foxgloves and Cosmos in white and various shades of pink.
The pollinator border at the allotment is bursting with colour at the moment. TheWall flowers are almost gone and the Sweet Williams and Nigellas have taken over.
I’ve made a Chocolate Cake for a special person tomorrow. 
I love how raindrops collect and sparkle on the Nigella flowers.
We spent some time near our favourite stream on Sunday. I wish you could hear its gentle swishing by. 
I love all the toppers that appear on post boxes and this one is a delight, especially the quirky little blue tit -but the robin looks a bit sad. 
Two kinds of lichen on a branch caught my eye. 
These tumbling flowers were outside the Blue Bar where we had breakfast last week with friends.
Daughter No 1 is visiting today and we’ve been busy catching up but no photos! Here is a delightful poem for you to enjoy, I hope. Let me know but don’t pretend! I like my iceberg with a Caesar dressing.
The Iceberg Theory by Gerald Locklin
all the food critics hate iceberg lettuce.
you’d think romaine was descended from
orpheus’s laurel wreath,
you’d think raw spinach had all the nutritional
benefits attributed to it by popeye,
not to mention aesthetic subtleties worthy of
veriaine and debussy.
they’ll even salivate over chopped red cabbage
just to disparage poor old mr. iceberg lettuce.I guess the problem is
it’s just too common for them.
It doesn’t matter that it tastes good,
has a satisfying crunchy texture,
holds its freshness
and has crevices for the dressing,
whereas the darker, leafier varieties
are often bitter, gritty, and flat.
It just isn’t different enough and
it’s too goddamn american.of course a critic has to criticize;
a critic has to have something to say
perhaps that’s why literary critics
purport to find interesting
so much contemporary poetry
that just bores the shit out of me.at any rate, I really enjoy a salad
with plenty of chunky iceberg lettuce,
the more the merrier,
drenched in an Italian or roquefort dressing.
and the poems I enjoy are those I don’t have
to pretend that I’m enjoying.
It is World Humanism Day today. 
We met friends at The Blue Bar in Porthtowan for breakfast again this morning and had a super indulgent and very tasty meal. The wind was too cold and rough for our intended walk on the beach afterwards.
Waffle with berries, mascarpone and honey with a side of crispy bacon
One of our daisies was broken off in the wind so I brought it in and then realised that it is a double! I’ve never seen one like it before.
I hope you can see the magical doubleness
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