The Mother’s Day freesias are filling the room with their perfume.
This poem touched a nerve in me. I hope it works the same magic in you.
Monthly Archives: March 2025
Freesias and A Poem
Mother’s Day
Cards, flowers, a Choose Love gift of ‘education and play for refugee children’ and – our daughter’s Maine Coon cat gave birth to five kittens! No pictures for you yet.
Remembering my lovely Mum as I use her Mum’s lovely green glass to display a Fritillary bloom that fell. More inherited stuff from Granny Hilda, she loved green glass.
And for all of you….
Thanks to the designer of the above.
Jacket, Soup Night and A Squirrel
I’ve had my Granny’s jacket for many years, wore it quite a lot but I haven’t worn it for a long time and decided it needed a new home so I took it down to Make A Mends for them to make use of it. Sarah fell in love with it so it is now hers and it really suits her. My Granny was Hilda Richards and she would be delighted that it is still being loved and worn. 
We’ve been to Redruth Soup Night, great fun and for a good cause so win win all round. After the soup I had the most delicious Lemon Posset.
On the wall is another of Redruth’s red squirrels. Sadly, I don’t know the artist but I will find out. 
Puppy, Cat and Clematis
We went to visit our friends’Â beautiful puppy today, Wigsy, a gorgeous Golden Retriever. 
Frank, the cat who already lives with our friends is not enamoured (yet) of the young newcomer so spends much of his time upstairs. 
We have recently bought a small clematis, Armandii, a scented winter flowerer. Our friends have a fabulous example of this lovely plant.
Leeks, The Sculpture and A Song
I brought home some baby leeks from Roots this week and made them into a delicious Creamy Mushroom and Leek Orzo dish.
The sculpture next door has some more metal added. 
Two cyclists went by yesterday and one asked the other, “What do you think that is?” The second one replied, “Looks like they’re drilling for oil!”
The lovely song Harbour by Anna Tabbush sung by The Suitcase Singers.
Primroses and Killifreth
At the allotment today, primroses along the wall and the beautiful and unique engine house of Killifreth sMine seen from a distance. 
White primroses
Killifreth
Killifreth Mine was a mine near Chacewater in Cornwall, England, producing at various periods copper, tin and arsenic. The engine house over Hawke’s Shaft is a Grade II listed building; it has the tallest surviving chimney in Cornwall.
Pooch, Volunteer and Primroses
At Roots this morning, while I was sowing cabbage abd kale seeds, a very cute little dog came to see me. I am not a dog lover (having been traumatised as a child)Â but this one was gentle and delightful.
I love how this volunteer pink primrose has planted itself in the gravel of our drive.
The pale yellow primroses are my favourite of all Spring flowers.
This afternoon we went to say goodbye to the husband of my very dear choir friend who has been my mentor at choir since I joined the Ingleheart singers in 2008. We’ve sung together since then and today, at the end of the wake, there being lots of choir members there, we sang the Celtic Blessing for them both. It felt very special.
The peace of the running wave to you
The peace of the flowing air to you
The peace of the quiet earth to you
And the peace of the shining stars to you
And the peace of the Son of Peace to you.
Illuminated Boxes, Sculpture and Garden
There was an interesting exhibition at the Eco Park today as we went in to sing this afternoon.
Each of the stories told was very moving. Please click on the photos to read the information and see all the details.
Our lovely neighbours are building another wonderful sculpture in their front garden. We love watching as things develop. Today the main structure has been bolted together. It’s 6 meters high. To see another of incredible their creations, also built in their front garden before going to Slovakia, click here. 
Taking the photos from our bedroom window, I took a couple of our garden too.
Left
Right
Jigsaw and Narcissi
Well, that was a difficult one – The World of Dickens, a real challenge! It’s taken us four weeks but the weather has been better so we’ve spent less time indoors. It was much harder than The World of Shakespeare which was our last one. 
This week’s narcissi from the GrowBox are very different, one bunch being blowsy and gorgeous, the other, clean and simple. I was told their names but have forgotten!
Water, Plastic Squirrel and Postbox Topper
Today is another special day – World Water Day – an annual United Nations observance day held on 22 March that highlights the importance of fresh water. The day is used to advocate for the sustainable management of freshwater resources. When I was teaching GCSE English some years ago, the following poem came up on the syllabus. I loved it then and thought it just the right poem for today.
Blessing by Imtiaz Dharker
The skin cracks like a pod.
There never is enough water.Imagine the drip of it,
the small splash, echo
in a tin mug,
the voice of a kindly god.Sometimes, the sudden rush
of fortune. The municipal pipe bursts,
silver crashes to the ground
and the flow has found
a roar of tongues. From the huts,
a congregation: every man woman
child for streets around
butts in, with pots,
brass, copper, aluminium,
plastic buckets,
frantic hands,and naked children
screaming in the liquid sun,
their highlights polished to perfection,
flashing light,
as the blessing sings
over their small bones.
The water situation in Gaza makes me weep; indeed the whole situation in Gaza. I just wish life were better for those children and that they could feel ‘the blessing.’
For some reason that I haven’t yet fathomed, our town is celebrating the red squirrel. This delightful piece made by a local artist, Flotsam Flo, is in the window of our greengrocery and butcher’s shop. If you use Facebook, do look her up. Her work is so important.
There’s a new postbox topper on our street, ready for Mother’s day next Sunday.
