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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 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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
The little Tete a Tetes in our small wall garden are so lovely, especially against the cerulean sky.
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!
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.
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…….
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.
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.
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.
I love this bag, seen today after singing and belonging to a very good friend. I love all things owly.
I found this planted watering can outside a cafe 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
spoke to me
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,
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—
the wild and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.