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Ladybird, Kernow Rock and More Minton Tiles

A Ladybird visited us this morning. It was very tiny, less that 5mm in length and very busy. It was hard to catch a photo as it rarely stood still.

10-spot Ladybird
f. decempuncata

I spotted something pink under one of the Welly Dogs in town this morning and discovered a Kernow Rock. Small decorated rocks are being hidden all over Cornwall, waiting to be found and re-hidden for someone else to find. I shall take it out with me tomorrow……

A Kernow rock

Here are the other two antique Minton tiles being used to decorate our veg trug.

A comment was made that a veg trug was a new idea so here is the trug, not a beautiful picture as the stones are awaiting their Spring wash, but as it is!

The veg trug

 

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Minton Tiles, Lettuces and Spring Flowers

It has been a glorious sunny Spring day and I have spent much of it in the garden, tidying up and doing a bit of planting as the lovely Mr S continues to get the boat ready for launch next week.    I have cleared out the veg trug and collected several old tiles from around the garden, all of which were my Mum’s and I have decorated the trug with the Minton tiles. I’ll show you the others another day.

I have planted some herbs and half a dozen lettuces. I buy ‘living lettuce’ plants from the super-market and plant them as we don’t have a greenhouse to raise our own baby plants from seed.  They have been very successful in the past.

Lettuces

I picked a lovely little bunch of Spring flowers for Easter weekend.

My Easter flowers

A sad P.S.   Our friend J was right in his thoughts that our little Bullfinch might be poorly. I checked on the RSPB website and discovered the problem. They advise removing all sources of food and water for three weeks so that the infection won’t be passed on and sterilising the feeders (which we do clean regularly). So, there won’t be any bird photos for a while. Thanks to J for pointing us in the right direction.

 

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Bouquet, American Pick-up and Cutter

A gorgeous bouquet was delivered this morning ready for Mother’s Day tomorrow.Thank you KJ, perfect colours for the year and our celebration of your Great Great Granny!

Mother’s Day bouquet in Suffragette colours

I was late to town this morning so decided to drive and was pleased that I did given that I was behind this amazing old American pick-up as we crept towards the traffic lights. Everyone who walked up West End stopped and smiled at the sight.

1959 Ford Ranchero

I made some Cheese pastry today and used my Mum’s fabulous cutter that just rolls through the pastry creating circles. I needed circles for a starter for tonight’s Birthday meal for our eldest daughter who is here for the weekend.

Circle cutter

 

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Tea Cup and Saucer, Spring Colour and A Fern

There was a whole tea-set of this delightful Kingfisher design in one of our antique shops in town. How I wish I needed more china! The shop was closed today – I may just have to go in to find out the price……..

The lane is full of yellows and blues, Dandelions and celandines; Bluebells and Forget-me-nots (I think.)

The Ferns are unfurling!

 

 

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A Plate, A Poem and A Flower

I love the way this plate smiles at us from the Welsh dresser. It says Ming on the back but there must be several Mings!DSCN4693

We went to The Asylum the other evening, Kneehigh Theatre’s Two Gentlemen of Verona in a marquee and there was a display of their time in ‘The Jungle’ in Calais. I found this poem by a refugee very moving.

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Our Fuchsias are blooming lovely!DSCN4681

 
 

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Weekly Photo Challenge – Fun!

It has been great fun knitting this little cardigan with multi-coloured yarn and seeing how the stripes appear. It is fun too to imagine one of our expected twin Grand-babies wearing it. Now to get on with finishing off its pair, in the same yarn but turning out quite different which is also fun. This cardigan, like the others I am knitting has little mother-of-pearl buttons from the babies’ Great Great Grandfather, buttons on cards which I have inherited and treasured from my Grandad’s days as a button salesman. So, the buttons, being over 100 years old, are antiques!

For one of the babies expected in January

For one of the babies expected in January, 6 month size.

For others in this Challenge, please click the red link.

For Diane who asked for the pattern details:DSCN4128

 

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Boody Garden, Shed and Nettles

I have re-planted our Boody Garden for the summer with Marguerites and Lobelia, partly to match the blue and white china that is in there. In the dialect of 19th century Northumberland, ‘boody’ referred to broken china. I discovered this at Tate Britain couple of years ago when we went to the  exhibition of folk art. Now I have a name for my little garden where my favourite broken pottery is saved. There is a beautiful old plate, part of a coffee cup which was the last of a set given to my Mum on her retirement from teaching deaf children at Roskear School in Camborne, a piece of terracotta from a much loved and used bread crock and handles from a beautiful piece of Jane Hamlyn pottery and I just love it, my ‘boody’ garden!Boody garden

Every time I go to the garden shed I mean to take a photo of this beautiful door plate which was recovered from a house we lived in as children. It pleases me every time I open the shed door!

Antique painted finger plate

Antique painted finger plate

This afternoon, while clearing some of the weeds from the front garden I was stung by nettles and it reminded me of a Vernon Scannell poem. Just imagine his rage that his three year old has been hurt so much and picture him slashing and burning – and then thinking about the hurts that his child will feel as he grows up but there will be nothing that the poet will be able to do to help……….

My son aged three fell in the nettle bed.
‘Bed’ seemed a curious name for those green spears,
That regiment of spite behind the shed:
It was no place for rest. With sobs and tears
The boy came seeking comfort and I saw
White blisters beaded on his tender skin.
We soothed him till his pain was not so raw.
At last he offered us a watery grin,
And then I took my billhook, honed the blade
And went outside and slashed in fury with it
Till not a nettle in that fierce parade
Stood upright any more. And then I lit
A funeral pyre to burn the fallen dead,
But in two weeks the busy sun and rain
Had called up tall recruits behind the shed:
My son would often feel sharp wounds again.

by Vernon Scannell

 

 

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