Two of the kittens have left home today – such heartbreak. The other two are either crackers or asleep. One of the ones left behind will stay here and the other is going to Devon next weekend.
My Cat Likes To Hide In Boxes
Searching the maze for special treats
We are in a household full of kittens, only four in face but when they race around, the house feels full of furriness. They are Maine Coon kittens, only twelve weeks old but already the size of a small cat rather than a kitten.
Enjoy the bucolic views and see if you can spot the chalky white horse…..
I made another of the best ever chocolate cakes for the birthday of one of the volunteer team at Community Roots. (I’ll put the recipe up soon)
The marigolds in one of the poly tunnels are flourishing.
Just look atthe cucumbers!
This delightful postbox topper, in beautiful crochet was spotted for me by a friend and here it is. Click for the bigger picture.
I’ve finished my first little baby cardigan for `Ukraine. I’d love to be able to see the baby that wears it but sadly, that won’t happen.
I found this fox poem today and given the fox next door, thought it appropriate to share.
It’s called Old Foxy by Sue Hardy-Dawson
It’s been a day of cards and phone calls and special meals to celebrate Father’s Day and working in the garden. Lunch was a favourite.
The pan stand I grew up with is looking pretty as the blooms take hold.
Of course, I’ve been thinking about my dear Dad too, here with his cat, Shoshone. 
As it is Knit in Public Day, I took my latest piece into town and knitted in our regular and favourite coffee shop in town.
The Craft Collective had planned to knit outside but as you see from their sign, we had some heavy showers today so they retreated indoors.
I found this on an Fb page I follow – and send solidarity to all those out on protest today, knitting or not. I hope you have all been safe.
National Knit in Public Day falls on June 14th. Consider knitting at a local NO KINGS DAY RALLY! Nothing says pacifist like a group of knitters, knitting in public.
My choir, The Suitcase Singers have been part of this festival, the biggest free music festival in Europe, on the opening day this afternoon. We are in the middle of a storm warning and the heavens have opened this afternoon so the kind people of the Falmouth Hotel allowed us to sing inside instead of on the outdoor stage. 
The audience were fabulous and seemed to really appreciate us and we loved the performance.
Just opposite the hotel is Castle Beach, the place where my lovely Mr Smith gave me my engagement ring 58 years ago! The tide was out on that occasion. 🙂
There was an air of stillness around the Penryn River this morning as we gathered for the Suitcase Singers rehearsal, the mist dampening all sound. I love the reflections of the masts.
I made a Chocolate Cake for the party we were to go to this afternoon. It was a disaster! The cake almost fell apart as I tried to cut it in half to fill with ganache so I left it in two together halves with no filling. Then, when I poured over the ganache, a section fell off! I decorated it with Violas and Cornflower petals and took it next door anyway. We decided it couldn’t be sliced so invited the guests to scoop a spoonful. It went down very well with several people asking for the recipe, one of whom was a delightful fourteen year old who loves baking as I do. !
The party was to ‘wet the fox’s head’ prior to her being disassembled to go first for galvanising and then to be taken to The Lost Gardens of Heligan. Each piece of wood will be taken off, numbered and then reassembled in situ in the Lost Gardens. Lots of neighbours and friends who have been watching the development of the sculpture with awe were there. We raised a glass to the makers.
What a remarkable job they are doing!
She has eyes though they are not fixed yet
I’m so glad my lovely Mr S woke me up last night to see the full moon, the Strawberry Moon, as tonight the skies are full of cloud.
Tonight we went to Truro Cathedral to a candlelight performance of Fleetwood Mac. Sadly, the sound wasn’t good and we were among many who left halfway through. 
Walking to the carpark through Walsingham Place, every garden was full of daisies. 
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