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About mybeautfulthings

Finding the beautiful in the everyday - I write about three things each day which please me in some way - people, food, art, nature, words, music and anything that makes me smile and which I hope will make you smile too.

International Day of Happiness

“The International Day of Happiness is celebrated throughout the world on 20 March. It was established by the United Nations General Assembly on 28 June 2012. The International Day of Happiness aims to make people around the world realise the importance of happiness within their lives.”

On another grey day here in Cornwall,  here are lots of  spring flowers in our front garden to hopefully contribute to happiness for you, dear reader.

This makes for very happy reading!

Have a happy day!


Patchwork and My Mum

When I realised that today is International Patchwork Day, I knew how I wanted to honour my lovely Mum on this Mother’s Day. Mum loved craft things, she sewed, knitted, crocheted and made beautiful patchwork. Here are two of her greatly treasured pieces. I also have the miniature chest of drawers where she kept all the accoutrements needed for the making and have kept the pretty templates.

Here’s love in the form of hyacinths from our Suffragette garden for Mother’s Day –  to the Mother in us all and to the Mother of us all –

– and especially to my dear daughters who have dear daughters of their own.


Sewing, Earrings and A Jacket

I almost made us a new shopping bag yesterday, just had to sew on the handles today which I did first thing and we are very pleased with it.

We popped into Make A Mends to say Hello this morning while in town for our bread and veggies. I was very taken with how they were displaying earrings – how inventive!

While in there, a fabulous black and silver jacket caught my eye, just the thing for wearing in Truro Cathedral in a couple of weeks when my choir, whose ‘uniform’ is black and silver, will be performing.



St Patrick’s Day

I’ve been sewing all day and not been outside at all to take photos so here is an  Irish toast for you for this Saint’s Day – for all my friends, those I know virtually through this blog and those I know in real life, love to you all.


Posted by on March 17, 2023 in Uncategorized


Patterns, Colours and Last Bloom

I love the patterns that came on the aubergine as I was softening it for tonight’s Aubergine Parmigiana.

Layering up the aubergine, the mozzarella, the tomato sauce and the basil made a very pretty dish. I stuck a few yellow pepper slices in too.

Our pretty winter flowering clematis, “Wisley Cream ” started flowering in  mid November and dropped its last bloom today. That is very good value.  I took this photo yesterday.


Posted by on March 16, 2023 in Food, nature, photography, Postaday 2023


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Soup, Pink and A Border

There was an hour or so this morning before it rained so we went down to the lottie to do some work and pull some leeks which I then made into a delicious Leek and Bean soup for lunch. The chives are from my edible garden trough.

Homegrown leeks in a delicious soup

Our narrow border is full of little bulbs, some of which I can’t identify. (Over to Jude!)

Present from Sharon many years ago.

The border outside the kitchen is full of Tete a Tete, Muscari and Anemone Blanda.

Photo taken through the kitchen window


Blue Sky, Blossom and Birds

After many grey days, today, there was a gloriously blue sky and the sun shone all afternoon,  and we walked around Trelissick Gardens. There were daffodils and snowdrops, primroses and azalea. It was the Hellebores and Magnolias that stole the show today. However, the real show-stopper was the Blackbird whose song was a delight. Do listen to the whole clip. Perversely he went quiet when I first started recording but then found his voice again.

The tower and the golden squirrel and the blue, blue sky

Looking out to The Carrick Roads

Pheasant in the long grass


Gift, Hugs and Refugees

A parcel arrived today and what delights were inside! A  reader in the North East who has become a friend has collected lots of beautiful sea-glass and posted it to me. Thank you so much, J, such lovely pieces and colours. Joy!

Along with the glass, in the parcel, were two beautifully made  ‘pocket hugs.’  What a delightful idea!  Our pocket hugs will come on our walks with us

It seems the right time to share again the following poem by W H Auden, written in a different time but with a hurtful relevance today.

Refugee Blues by W H Auden

Say this city has ten million souls,
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:
Yet there’s no place for us, my dear, yet there’s no place for us.

Once we had a country and we thought it fair,
Look in the atlas and you’ll find it there:
We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.

In the village churchyard there grows an old yew,
Every spring it blossoms anew;
Old passports can’t do that, my dear, old passports can’t do that.

The consul banged the table and said:
‘If you’ve got no passport, you’re officially dead’;
But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive.

Went to a committee; they offered me a chair;
Asked me politely to return next year:
But where shall we go today, my dear, but where shall we go today?

Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said:
‘If we let them in, they will steal our daily bread’;
He was talking of you and me, my dear, he was talking of you and me.

Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky;
It was Hitler over Europe, saying: ‘They must die’;
We were in his mind, my dear, we were in his mind.

Saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin,
Saw a door opened and a cat let in:
But they weren’t German Jews, my dear, but they weren’t German Jews.

Went down the harbour and stood upon the quay,
Saw the fish swimming as if they were free:
Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away.

Walked through a wood, saw the birds in the trees;
They had no politicians and sang at their ease:
They weren’t the human race, my dear, they weren’t the human race.

Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors,
A thousand windows and a thousand doors;
Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours.

Stood on a great plain in the falling snow;
Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro:
Looking for you and me, my dear, looking for you and me.



Stories, Strong Women and Love

I’ve been ‘watching’ the rugby over this gloomy weekend and at the same time, I have read almost all of a fascinating new book, “Cornwall Herstory” a collection of stories of Cornish women in history, edited by Lesley Trotter, a friend from choir. It is utterly compelling and I am loving it.

The following picture came my way last week for International Women’s Day and seems right for today too.

And this one is always good to share.

Sorry, don’t know the designer here. Do tell me if you do.


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Magnolia, Garlic and Sunlight

On our walk today we were delighted to see the first Magnolia Stellata flowers appearing down the lane.

Further along, on Lovers’ Lane, were the first Wild Garlic leaves that make wonderful pesto when there are plenty to be picked.

My lovely SIL in Georgia, USA, sent me a message and a photo from her morning.  “Photo from minutes ago as I try to slowly start the day. Very briefly the morning sun reflecting off downtown highrises to our west, came through our bedroom window, making a pattern of the shutters, new spring leaves, and bedpost on the wall.  It was gone in seconds!”

Thank you V

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