Window spotted in Hayle
Window bow seen in Hayle
We are amazed at the growth of our Ammaryllis.
See how tall it is!
Bud getting colour
A second bud has appeared
Regular readers may be surprised to see my birthday cards still up. We have a family tradition. My cards stay up for a month to be replaced by those for my lovely Mr S on February 1st. Those cards always stayed up until the beginning of March which is our eldest daughter’s birthday.
This week we have a veg bag from Community Roots full of delicious fresh veg including beetroot which we are not fond of! They are now boiling in preparation for being made into Chocolate Beetroot Cake, recipe here.
I’ve made pesto with the wonderful Basil leaves that were in the bag.
I’m joining in a local campaign #calltoarts and, with other people in Cornwall, I’m urging my MP and the UK Government to take immediate, decisive action to end the atrocity in Palestine. We have been asked to draw, paint, sing, sculpt – whatever we can and to share the image far and wide and to tag our MPs. #perranmoon I’ve chosen one of my angels in three of the colours of the Palestinian.
The other piece we bid for at the Truro Museum auction was this beautiful rendition of The Nearly Home Trees. These trees grow just inside Devon and the copse stands high on the horizon. As people return home to Cornwall, the trees tell us that we are ‘nearly home.’ We have a lovely fused glass version too – and lots of photos taken from our moving car! This piece is on terracotta and is most unusual and really lovely. It was made by Simon Hall
Taken at speed from the car
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.
Yesterday marked the 20th anniversary of my Dad’s dying after 17 days in a most wonderful hospice. I thought about him yesterday, of course, and today feel his not being here more than usual. There’ve been so many times over the years when I’ve wanted to tell him something and a split second later, remember that I can’t.
This poem by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer just fits for today.
For the Heartbroken
December 8, 2024 by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
I don’t know if there are angels,
but if there are, do they weep for us?
With all the beauty they know could be,
do they weep for all the pain we sow,
weep each time we hurt the world?
I don’t know if there are angels,
but sometimes when my own tears come,
I imagine the angels gather me
in their great and tireless arms,
and their tears mix with mine as they whisper,
That’s right, dear, feel everything.
We feel it all, too. That is why we sing.
Here’s one of my glass angels, for Dad.
On our walk around today, we spotted a pristine feather that must have been lost very recently.
Although I had made a cake for Roots today, I didn’t go, as I suddenly had an urge to get back to my glasswork which until today I haven’t been able to get on with. I made a start, cutting and foiling an angel. I now have to decide which decoration to put on and then solder the pieces together.
My lovely Mr S enjoyed his slice of cake with cream and cinnamon maple apple chunks.
Trerice, an Elizabethan manor house, was the lovely place we met our friends for a delightful reunion after first meeting on our holiday in Tuscany last May. It was just a continuation of the special time we all spent together in Italy, today strolling around the house and garden with no let up in the conversation and enjoying lunch together in the barn. Enjoy the gallery.
Trerice Manor House
For the first Christmas I can remember, we didn’t go for a walk on the beach by the sea, (It rained all day!) but here is one of my Angels for Ukraine, posted here with love for our Ukrainian friends and for all Dear Readers in the hope that you have had a good day today.
What Would You Take? by Serhiy Zhadan
Read by Olha Lemesheva in Truro Cathedral 19 December 2023
People, like snails, wait for the evening
Sleeping so soundly, so deeply in stations
Women who left clean bedsheets back home
Children who cling to their mother’s hand.What will you take, little snail, from your burning home?
First of all, faith that you will return.
Remember the way the furniture stood;
Hide the keys in your pocket like a dried flower.This is your road – walked by the voiceless.
Overnight stays between silence and rain.
Be brave, snails, know your worth on this journey.
You’re denied a home – never a heart.
The work of ShelterBox was highlighted throughout the concert and a comment made that we had all experienced, for a short time, how things can change in a moment. Yes, we went out into the cold – but we could return to the Cathedral after the fire alarm and then to our own homes.
I’ve been sent a photo of one of my recently sold Angels. It’s always good to see them in their new homes. 
The need for peace is in all our hearts. 
Yesterday my choir, The Ingleheart Singers, sang Christmas Carols to entertain the visitors to the Eco Park Christmas Market. We thoroughly enjoyed the afternoon despite the rain and today, our leader sent us the following photo and some wonderful comments that have pleased us all.
I was there but I’m behind our esteemed leader!
I’m working hard to get my last few angels finished. I’m incorporating more of the sea glass I have been given. Here are the last few in various stages of being done.
Thanks to Judith for the sea glass xx
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