I’ve baked a cake for tomorrow in Redruth. It’s Murdoch Day and Redruth Pride.
It’s the Falmouth Shanty festival this weekend and late afternoon saw The Suitcase Singers on stage. It was really good fun to be part of the event.
The Suitcase Singers on stage
The basses and the tenors
Looking out over Falmouth Bay
The flower bombs we bought in Amsterdam are developing but I don’t yet know what to expect as I don’t recognise any of the early leaves. 
The daisies are withstanding all the cold, wet and windy weather unlike the osteospernum which are looking very beaten down.
Our golden wedding rose has its first beautiful and highly scented bloom.
It’s been a bit of a day for one reason and another but we had a lovely lunch at home with a dear friend and together sorted out several theatre trips over the next few months – lots to look forward to.
This little poem came to mind today, Celia, Celia by Adrian Mitchell. It made me smile. I hope it does the same for you.
When I am sad and weary
When I think all hope has gone
When I walk along High Holborn
I think of you with nothing on
At Community Roots today one of the poly-tunnels was full of flowers, the beans, some gorgeous poppies and dozens of marigolds – a riot of colour. 
We are trying to be as pollinator friendly in our garden as we can, no-mow-May, planting lots of flowers and now providing a bee hotel for solitary bees. I’ll let you know if we get any lodgers.
The Hebe is attracting various pollinating creatures . (Thanks to Jude who identified this plant for me.).
So is the pink geranium.
Blossom seen near the recycling center where we took some stuff today. I don’t know what it is…….
Indeed we do. 🙂
Sorry about the uncooked pie! I forgot to take a photo when it came out of the oven all golden as we were too eager to eat it!
Over the years I have knitted, crocheted and sewn for all sorts of causes / charities. The following is taken from the Craftivism Manifesto which you can see in full at the end.
“Your craft is your voice. Craftivism is about raising consciousness, creating a better world stitch by stitch, and things made by hand, by a person. Craftivism is about creating wider conversations about uncomfortable social issues. A craftivist is anyone who uses their craft to help the greater good or in resistance to a greater societal ill. A single individual crafting can make a difference. Or they can craft together and benefit from the fellowship of other crafters.”
At the moment I am knitting 5″ squares in red, green and white for Fariha whose words follow:
“We are looking for people to sew, crochet, knit or embroider squares for a project called Stolen lives, Stolen Futures. Gaza’s children remembered. Each square represents 10 children murdered by Israel. We are looking for 5” squares in black, red, white, green or a combination of these colours. Each square is precious like the children it represents. Please DM for details of where to post squares.
Fariha has kindly given me permission to share her photo and words. If you would like to make a square, I can pass you the address.
My squares so far
Isn’t she beautiful? Made by Sue Hill and Pete Hill
Here is the original Mud Maid to be found in The Lost Gardens of Heligan here in Cornwall.
My lovely Mum died on this day in 1994 and I still want to tell her stuff that excites me or that I need her wisdom on. That doesn’t go away. She was a very special person and supported me every way in everything I did.
Regular readers will have seen this photo before, a favourite taken at Carn Brea Castle on the occasion of Mum and Dad’s Golden Wedding celebration in 1989
I have been going through some treasures and found some letters from Mum, all relating to her care of me while becoming a mum myself.
A story for you – Very early in my third pregnancy , I knew that I was expecting twins. I had wanted to have twins since I was 9 years old! My GP told me I was being silly and that he would tell me if/ when this was so. My lovely parents believed me and bought us ‘multiple birth’ insurance at 8 weeks and the GP wrote a letter to the insurance company saying that he was sure it was a single birth.
Roll on eight months or so to September 9th 1977 and the doubting GP sent me to see the consultant at the hospital. She listened to me, sent me for an x-ray and there they were, arms and legs everywhere! Before taking the plates back to her, I phoned my lovely Mr S and my Mum to share my utter delight. What follows is the letter from my Mum that came the next day:
Letter dated 9/9/1977
Just a week later, our twins arrived on 16th and 17th September, and so did my Mum to help look after our other two, 4 and nearly 2 years old, while I was in hospital and then three more weeks to help – but that is another story.
Rain all day and we went out for lunch with a dear friend lifting each others’ spirits and having a laugh. Here’s another word for rain from my beautiful book, Ninety-Nine Words for Rain by Manchan Magan.
And, an extract from a lovely poem for you, A Short Story of Falling by Alice Oswald. It seemed particularly appropriate for a day of ‘falling rain.’.
You might like to look it up to see the rest….I particularly like the last stanza here.
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