We had hoped to see the Marazion murmuration this evening but the wind was far too strong and the starlings just flew in in small groups and went straight to roost in the reeds. There was still beauty to be found!
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Another fabulous creative morning making glass ornaments for Christmas with the lovely Lisa Macfarlane. I made another Angel this time, in Suffragette colours as I did last year. I love the others too – a Father Christmas, a Christmas tree and a VW Beetle! Maybe next time I will attempt one of those!
We are going to friends for dinner tonight. M makes her own jam (so I can’t take along homemade jam), flowers make her sneeze (so we can’t take along flowers) so I made her a gift in the Glass Class today.
Lots of our journeys here in West Cornwall go through tunnels of trees and the drive to Penryn is just glorious at the moment. The colours are gorgeous – orange and yellow, umber and gold, brown and khaki. Even when there is no sunshine, as today, there is a glow to the lanes cast by the light coming through the leaves. The whole journey for a couple of weeks is magical.
Walking along the street later the floor was covered in fallen Oak leaves, all beautifully brown and crisp.
At the ship yard in Penryn, as I waited for the lovely Mr S to sort out something on the boat, I was watching the river and the reflection of the masts in the water.
It has been the roughest of days – rain overflowing from the guttering and streaming down the windows and wild, wild wind, leaves blown hither and thither and strange thumps from outside while things are blown around the yard. So – I give you a wonderful painting by Giuliana Lazzerini evoking the warmth of a summer day.
We met Brian Patten many years ago when in Yorkshire and he signed his book, ‘Love Poems’ for me. This delightful poem is from that collection. I think we all need the ‘safeguard against imagining’ that there is ‘nothing bright or special in the world.’ There is and we need to keep reminding each other of the good, the bright and the special.
The Stolen OrangeWhen I left I stole an orange
I kept it in my pocket
It felt like a warm planet
Everywhere I went smelt of oranges
Whenever I got into an awkward situation
I’d take out the orange and smell it
And immediately on even dead branches I saw
The lovely and fierce orange blossom
That smells so much of joy
When I went out I stole an orange
It was a safeguard against imagining
There was nothing bright or special in the worldBP
Checking the published post, I find that the verses of Brian Patten’s poem are all squashed together instead of three line verses. I have tried to correct this but WordPress won’t let me.
This was my fourth glass class with Lisa Macfarlane. This one was making Christmas decorations. Last year I made an angel and this year, for a very special friend, I made a Nisse. Wikipedia explains – “A nisse, tomte, tomtenisse or ‘tonttu’ is a mythological creature from Nordic folklore today typically associated with the winter solstice and the Christmas season. It is generally described as being no taller than 90 cm, having a long white beard, and wearing a conical or knit cap in red or some other bright colour.” There was no red glass available so I chose bright green and showed the flow of his beard with wires and purple, white and green beads the relevance of which I know my friend will recognise.
The pieces made by other class members were also delightful.
I know you read the blog, Ti, so it won’t be a surprise when I bring it round for you but I thought you might like to see it now!
Emerging from the class at The Craft Collective, the wind had been busy and Fore Street was littered with golden leaves.
It’s the third day of the Book Challenge that I am doing elsewhere. Today I have put up the cover of The Book Thief, no comment, no review as the rules say. Do tell me books that you have loved in the comments.