Shopping in our lovely greengrocers/deli/butchery in Redruth today, I noticed a giraffe lurking between the fridges.
Sometime ago I showed you some stitching I had been doing for the Redruth story coat. Today we were shown all the pieces that were on their way to be sewn on. 
Our September fruiting raspberries gave us a delicious dessert this evening.
Our son left for Barcelona this morning, a three day drive for him. LiveWires 5 and 6 will be delighted to have him home again. We’ve had two delightful and very busy weeks of family visiting and now it’s very quiet here.
After putting the onions and second crop of shallots to cure, covering them each time it rained and then letting the sun, wind and daylight get to them, at last they are allĀ plaited and hung or the ones with short stems are gathered in the trug. 
I was wondering if there were any poems about onions and then I remembered the quirky love poem, Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy that I used to read with my teenage exam classes and which went down very well.
Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.I am trying to be truthful.
Not a cute card or a kissogram.
I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.
Ā
We passed this delightful scene on our way to the garden centre to buy lots of bulbs for the Spring. I so admire the imagination and the talent that go into all the various creations. 
Later we were in Truro with our son, who returns to Barcelona tomorrow, to find some surprises to be taken home. The hanging baskets around the city are truly beautiful, full of colour and obviously carefully tended.
I am loving wearing my new earrings, my anniversary present from my lovely Mr S.
The fish are silver and all the stones different, made by a local artist whose name I am trying to track down. Bought in Hayle.
It has been really lovely having LiveWires here over the last ten days and especially having a writer and then a photographer ready to take over the blog. Thank you to them and to all you dear readers who took the time to write such friendly and confidence boosting comments for the youngsters.
On one of their walks up and around the Great Flat Lode, a few pounds of delicious blackberries were picked. Some went into a Blackberry and Apple Crumble, some into the freezer and some into four little pots of Blackberry and Apple Jam, one of which will go home to Barcelona at the end of the week. 
Our beautiful golden roses, the bush given to us seven years ago for our Golden Wedding, were weighed down by the overnight rain so I brought them in to be able to enjoy them to the full.
Thank you for all the lovely comments made by readers.
We went for an early morning walk with my camera.
Elephant Hawk Moth caterpillarLiveWire no 4 is with us now and is a keen photographer. Here follow her photos of our garden in gallery 1.
In gallery 2, are the photos she took at the allotment all with her own labels.
Our eldest daughter left after dinner last night and second daughter and family, including our lovely Guest Blogger,Ā left after breakfast .Ā Our son is still here and his twin sister and her daughter arrive tomorrow. It’s all go!
D is here to collect all his drums and other musical instruments including a Kora that he made himself and to take them all back to Barcelona. The bag for the Kora had a broken zip so off we went to the wonderful Make A Mends shop in town to get it fixed. It was done in moments!
Kora in its mended bag made of beautiful Senegalese fabric
S at the shop had recently made a beautiful pair of trousers out of old curtains and these were being bought by a young lady who will wear them at a wedding soon.
Trousers made from Keith and Sue’s old curtains
On Thursday, I went to choir with Granny as I always do. This session was extra special as it was ‘Sing for your heart’ instead of regular choir. So it wasn’t just the Suitcase Singers but it was also people from the public who wanted to just sing for their hearts. At the end we did a sound bath where me and Granny and other pairs stood back to back surrounded by a circle of basses, altos and sopranos. First the basses sang a hollowing note then the altos joined in with perfect harmony and finally the sopranos sang an angelic high note as a cherry on top. As they got closer and closer towards us in the middle, the sound got fuller and fuller. Everything in my mind was still and empty and at that point it was almost like white noise in the most beautiful way. I recommend.
We went to Truro to mooch about the shops and swerve around the cobbles. We also had our delicious Cornish pasties and no pesky seagulls stole them. 
Before our delicious feast this evening,Ā we went to see my great Grandmama and Grandadad’s bench which was dedicated to them. It was a simple yet beautiful sight to see and lovely to see how much beloved they were by our family.
Granny and Grandad took us, as well as my Uncle and Auntie, to Home Ground in Redruth where we had pizzas, pasta and many servings of Tiramisu.
Tiramisu
HomeGround, outdoor section
Walking home after dinner, three ‘kids’ and one LiveWire. Three of us went home by car!
See you guys soon, can’t wait to be back!
LiveWire no 3 came singing with me this morning. She’s been coming whenever she’s been on holiday with us since she was 6 years old. It was another misty and very wet morning.
As we were leaving, we spotted an egret across the river.
Our son has been driving for 3 days from Barcelona to visit us and arrived about 6 this evening. What a delight to haveĀ the biggest hug from him. Tomorrow another daughter arrives…..
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