We made a little posy of garden flowers for our dear 103 year old friend with whom we had coffee and a natter this morning. 
The meadow planted last year is full of flowers.
Our Wisteria has one bloom, its first in five years.
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Posy, Meadow and Wisteria
Happiness, Walk and A Gosling
Here is this month’s Action for Happiness calendar. To find a bigger copy and one to share click here. 
It’s been a beautiful day. Join us on our lovely, peaceful walk around Bonython Gardens.
Gorgeous colours and a wonderful old fashioned scent
The bees love this paeony
Cake and a view down the garden
Reflection
Tree ferns
Goose and gosling
What big feet!
Birch glade
Avenue of oak trees
Perfection, Protests and Purple
Here is our first, very beautiful strawberry from the allotment – just enough to share.
Some time ago, I read of a protest/demonstartion to take place in Truro today.
I was so upset and angry at the fact that all six of our MPs had voted against allowing unaccompanied refugee children to come here to join family, that I went to the charity shops to buy some children’s shoes to add to the protest and today we went to add them to the ones outside the cathedral. The demonstration was organised by Safe Passage Uk.
Just one purple allium has flowered. We don’t know where the rest have gone…….
It’s a much deeper purple that it appears to be here.
If you looked at yesterday’s blog before I added the link to Cornwall Live’s report on the Hurling to Goal, do pop back and click on the link. Their photos and narrative really bring the afternoon to life.
Lunch, Rain and Fat Books
Today I met a friend for lunch for the first time in three years! It was so lovely to spend time together again after so long. We went to a delightful cafe, tucked away down Cornish lanes where we could sit outside in the sunshine.
It rained really hard all afternoon.
I love this! I have so many fat books that are full of memories of the times when I read them, when a friend read them or when my Mum read them – and some that really are full of pressed flowers and leaves. 
Planting, Spring Flowers and Baking
LiveWire No 2 spent the morning at the allotment with us being very helpful indeed – in the photo watering the broad beans he has just carefully planted.
On the way back home we spotted this pretty accidental planting under a hedge.
LiveWire No 4 arrives tomorrow (as do 5 and 6!) and it was just her birthday so this afternoon, LiveWire No 3 and I have baked a Chocolate Fudge cake to be the birthday cake.
T stirring the butter and chocolate mixture
Pouring the batter into the cake tins, photo by T, LiveWire no 3
Arrival, Irises and Peace
Our London LiveWires have arrived this afternoon to be joined by their cousins, Aunts and Uncles on Wednesday for four days of family fun.
We all walked down to the allotment to check on any watering that was needed and found the irises that I showed you a couple of days ago in bud, fully open and lovely. 
Born on this day in New Jersey in 1898, Paul Robeson was a singer, actor and activist who used his platform to speak up for justice.
Over the years, he lent his support for a variety of movements: from the Republican cause in Civil War Spain to the American Civil Rights Movement. I grew up listening to his singing and have written about him here before.This quotation seems very apt for the moment.
Sunset, Spires and Ice Cream Cones
We spent a very happy hour with the Mac technician in Truro who solved all the problems with our laptop and all with patience and good humour. So now, here is the sunset photo I wanted to show you yesterday. It’s a bit fuzzy, taken through the window, but you get the very dramatic fieriness.
Today the sky was blue and walking around Truro again after many months, was a joy. Here are the spires of the Cathedral.
There was a delightful window display in one of my favourite shops –
Suffragette Garden, Ingredients and Cake
One side of our front garden is full of yellows, pinks, white and green – all bright Spring flowers. The other side is my Suffragette Garden – all purple, white and green in honour of my Great Granny, Mrs Wiseman.
This week’s Feast supplement in the Guardian on Saturday had a recipe on the Rachel Roddy’s Tales from an Italian Kitchen page that I just had to try . Here are the ingredients should you wish to put them together ready!
Here are the first two slices……. Absolutely delicious!.
Sponge Cake with a Heart of Lemon Custard – Rachel Roddy
Singing, Spring and Sunflowers, A Poem
We learned a new piece at choir yesterday and it was so joyful, I thought you might like to hear it. The music is by Mozart.
Our Spring border lifts the spirits.
Mike Harding published this poem on Facebook yesterday and I asked if I could share it here to which he replied, “Yes, of course.” So, here it is, not really feeling like a rough draft to me. I posted a story about Ukraine and sunflowers a couple of weeks ago,Click this link to read it.
“The first, very rough draft of a new poem
Sunflowers
A shaky phone-cam filmed it all and soThe whole world sees a peasant woman findingStrangers in her land do what peasants always doFor strangers as she ignores the guns and standsFour square and strong and offers them a gift,Those soldiers with their guns and bandoliers,Grenades and wire cutters, their killing knives.Their helmets and their gibbering headsets.She holds out to them her gift: handfulsFistfuls of sunflower seeds, little pods of graceAnd welcome. It is the way with peasant peopleEverywhere, even in this day of days,For those who have the least will always give the most.But the seeds came wrapped in words,These words,“Keep them in your pockets boys so, when we buryYou in Ukraine’s soil, sunflowers will climb fromYour graves toward the blue sky of the truth:Here take them, they are good, I harvested them last year.Take them so that the flowers will be a monument toThe murdered children and the familiesYou bombed out of their homes; the flowersWill stretch their golden faces to the skyAnd in the night the flowers will whisperSoftly to the wind, ‘Here lie the murderersThat came out of the East, unwelcome and unwanted,Destroyers of beauty, carriers of madness,Cursed for all eternity.’The fields of flowers will drop their seedsEach year so that those to come will understandTheir stories, stronger than granite,More beautiful than marble,These sunflowers will tell the worldHow your young lives were wasted hereOn our rich soil made richer by your bonesAnd flesh, and your own mothers will comeThroughout the empty yearsTo water with their salty tearsThe endless fields of flower heads,Golden, turning in the sun.”
Leeks, Butterfly and Chopin
I’m loving that we are still harvesting leeks from the allotment.
The lovely Mr S spotted a butterfly on the windowsill and caught this photo for me.
Heartbreakingly beautiful…… professional pianist Irina Maniukina playing Chopin (Aeolian Harp’ Étude, Op. 25, # 1) before finally leaving her home south of Kyiv.
Particularly poignant that Irina played Chopin, who left his homeland Poland as it (with Lithuanians & Ukrainians) rebelled against & was then crushed by the Russian empire.
— Howard Goodall (@Howard_Goodall) March 13, 2022
