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Resting

Having a break tonight. Back tomorrow. Here’s Chapel Porth for you to enjoy. xx

 
 

A Wedding, A Dedication and A Celebration

On this day in 1939, my Mum and Dad were married.They were to have honeymooned in Paris but given that WWII broke out on September 3rd they had a weekend in Blackpool instead before my Dad went off to the army for five years.

My Mum at her wedding in 1939

My Mum at her wedding in 1939

My Dad retired early to write and dedicated his first novel to my Mum ( using a nom de plume as advised by the publishers as it was thought that women read more historical romantic fiction and that they like to read books written by women!) The novel is set in Cornwall in the late 1800’s and its background is the tin mining industry that was so important to the Cornish.

Dad's first novel, published in the US and the UK by Weidenfeld and Nicholson, in paperback by Sphere

Dad’s first novel, published in the US and the UK by Weidenfeld and Nicholson, in paperback by Sphere

The dedication

The dedication

Their Golden wedding in 1989 was a great big family reunion in Cornwall as by then my older brother and his wife and two children were living in Munich, Germany, my younger brother and his wife were in Atlanta, Georgia and my sister and her growing family were in Phoenix, Arizona and I was in Yorkshire with my family. The advance for Ellen Bray paid for everyone to come to the two week long party!

 

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Mothers’ Day, Shears and A Castle

It was Mothers’ Day in America yesterday and my kid sister, who lives in Hawaii, posted a photo of our beautiful Mum who died in 1993 but is, of course, still much missed.

I started making masks today and the instructions suggested that I use pinking shears. Mine got taken for craft work many years ago but Mum’s are still in her sewing box where I am always finding haberdashery treasures. They look a bit rusty but they cut perfectly.

Our walk took us under Carn Brea today and I took this photo for the LiveWires who love going up there and scrambling on the rocks. In fact, the castle never was a ‘castle’ but a folly and later a hunting lodge.See here for the history.

 

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Clematis, Zoom and A Birthday

The Clematis Armandii sent us the last blooms today.

Choir was on Zoom tonight and was great fun! What a lovely lot we are!  Thanks to Claire for a fabulous lesson.

It’s my kid brother’s birthday today and despite us posting on 7th April (to Atlanta, USA) his card has not arrived so here is another!

 

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Nearly There, Christmas Wreath and Pudding

The Advent candle has burnt its way through December and we are now at Christmas Eve, nearly there and with excitement brewing in the LIveWires’ homes.

Advent candle

We were at the Gallery this morning for Christmas greetings and choccies! We passed a rather lovely wreath on the way back to the car park.

Christmas wreath in Penryn this morning

Rather than make lots of mince pies, it was easier to make a Galette Jalousie, not sure if you can see the gold lustre to make it festive!

Galette Jalousie

 

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Woodland Sculpture Garden

Join us on our delightful stroll around the Woodland Sculpture Garden at Salena Stamps where the works of Peter Boex are around every corner. Click on any photo in the gallery for a larger view.

 

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Friendship, Manderley and Tete a Tete

Some months ago, I had an accident with a glass of red, making our sitting room look as if a grisly event had taken place there. The insurance people were brilliant and we have a new carpet. Rather than the fitters taking away the whole ruined carpet, they cut out the long red section and left us with two large pieces of beautiful cream carpet to give away. Today we delivered the pieces to a Humanist friend and on her wall was the following little plaque which I liked very much.

Friends are crucial to our well being

In the bookshop in Truro, there is a new mural celebrating Manderley, the fictional estate of the character Maxim de Winter which plays a central part in Daphne du Maurier‘s 1938 novel, Rebecca,

Manderley

The little Tete a Tetes in our small wall garden are so lovely, especially against the cerulean sky.

Tete a Tete against a cold blue sky

 

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Woods, Music and Spoons

Our drive home yesterday through some woodland near Cardinham Woods was lovely. Had it not been throwing down hailstones, we may have gone for a walk!

Ancient trees near Bodmin

Singing with friends this morning was a real pleasure as we get to grips with our parts. There is something very special about creating harmonies with others. These words resonate with me.

Why Music?

I love the Spring flower designs on these measuring spoons. Sadly I don’t need any! However, if I see them again, that may not matter…….

Measuring spoons

 

 

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Seville Oranges, Decorations and Catherine Hyde

The greengrocer’s in town have Seville Oranges in store and we bought enough for four batches of Marmalade which will keep us, our eldest daughter and friends going for a year!  We’ll make some marmalade this weekend and freeze the other oranges for later.

Seville Oranges

We have taken our tree down today and I have now labelled all the decorations so that every one will know where they were bought – from Kennebunkport in New England to Volcano in Hawaii, from Phoenix, Arizona, to Mapoch, South Africa, from Swaziland to Salzburg…………   I try to buy something, preferably an Angel, everywhere we go on holiday and have done this for many years.

Many years of collecting

This beautiful painting by Catherine Hyde of ‘The Coming Home Trees’ was our Christmas card from very dear friends. This copse is so evocative for so many people as they come home to Cornwall and I love this painting so much.

The Coming Home Trees

 

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A Bag, A Watering Can and A Poem

I love this bag, seen today after singing and belonging to a very good friend. I love all things owly.

Owl bag

I found this planted watering can outside a cafe in Penryn.

Seen in Penryn

This poem came my way today and seemed apt given all the rain showers we have had this summer. I hope you like it too.

Last Night the Rain Spoke To Me – Mary Oliver

Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,

what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again

in a new way
on the earth!
That’s what it said
as it dropped,

smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches

and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing

under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,

and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment,
at which moment

my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars

and the soft rain—
imagine! imagine!
the wild and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.

 
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Posted by on September 14, 2017 in Beauty, photography, poetry, postaday2017

 

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