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Signs, Soup and Seed Bombs

Another very productive and happy day spent at Community Roots,

My job, making signs for the crops of salad leaves




Remembrance Sunday

The craftivists have been busy near us – three beautifully detailed postbox toppers.

And the town’s welly dogs also have their poppies……..

With a white poppy added


Raspberries, Gladiolus and Chocolate Crackle

We are still picking raspberries!

I was also surprised by there being a single white Gladiolus at the allotment.

Blown over but still gorgeous

More chocolate crackle needed tonight after more hours of decorating. Made in minutes , it takes longer to cool than to cook!

Cooling and ready to slice


Visitor, Sunflower and Seed Head

We’ve been busy decorating today and I’ve taken no photos so here are some beauties from days gone by.


Rainbow, Roots and Pink Blooms

I spend much of my days at the moment rushing from the back of the house to the front as sunshine breaks through the showers and promises a rainbow. The one I caught this morning was lovely.

You may remember a couple of weeks ago when I showed you the poly tunnels just planted up with the plug plants. See how they’ve grown!

After working today, we went to the nearest beach at Porthtowan just to see and hear the sea. It is always uplifting to do just that.  It was very pleasing to see the Erigeron in flower.

Erigeron Sea Breeze Pink at Porthtowan



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Mum’s Birthday

My lovely Mum was born on Bonfire Night one hundred and nine years ago and, as a child, thought that everyone was celebrating her birthday with enormous fires and fireworks lighting up the sky.  As I write, I can hear the fizz and whizzle, pop and slap of fireworks and the sky is lighting up sporadically. Mum would have loved it as she also loved storms and wild seas.
My photo to honour her today is of her in her element, teaching deaf children in Roskear Primary School, Camborne. I once went to watch her in the classroom and what a special memory that is.

My brother just sent a photo of the parkin he has made today to honour Mum’s birthday. We always had Mum’s parkin around the bonfire with our sparklers!

Parkin made by my brother in Atlanta, Georgia




Many Hands……

Great afternoon at the allotment with many people turning out to help with the clear up and to enjoy the homemade cakes and hot chocolate on offer.

Thanks to Sue for the photo.

Thanks to Mike for the group photo


Storm Ciaran and Comfort Food

Thank you to all those of you who sent messages about the Storm Ciaran. It was wild and has caused problems for many but we are okay. Our only casualty was poor WellyDog being blown over. Elsewhere there have been many trees and power lines down, blocking roads (I couldn’t go to choir), sheds down, slates, walls and fences down, trampolines blown away and some flooding around the coast. As always, communities are working together to help others. We will be at our allotment on Saturday as there has been considerable damage to sheds, greenhouses and poly tunnels and a “mend it together’ working party has been called.

Welly Dog in better weather, in our meadow

We’ve hunkered down so I baked some Chocolate Crispies and made a Chicken and Leek Pie for tonight’s meal.


Happiness Calendar and November Blooms

It was dry but very windy when I took the following photos as Storm Ciaran begins its progress through Cornwall. Please forgive the poor focus on a couple of the pictures.



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Kindness, Samhain and Fire

The poet, Danusha Lameris, has kindly given me permission to share her poem which asks us  to remember the ‘Small Kindnesses.’  In today’s harsh world, these are so very important to recognise.
”Small Kindnesses”
by Danusha Lameris
I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk
down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs
to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you”
when someone sneezes, a leftover
from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying.
And sometimes, when you spill lemons
from your grocery bag, someone else will help you
pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other.
We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot,
and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile
at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress
to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder,
and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass.
We have so little of each other, now. So far
from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange.
What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these
fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here,
have my seat,” “Go ahead—you first,” “I like your hat.”
I’ve been up to the Eco Park this evening  for a very lovely Samhain celebration where we all remembered our ancestors and friends who are no longer with us and we lit candles in their names as we sat around the fire.  I loved the bits of decoration around the atrium.
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