I have spent the day in the shade on this beautiful sunny day and have read a whole book, completely unable to put it down – Helen Dunmore’s “Talking to the Dead.” If you enjoy a taut, psychological story that keeps you guessing, this is for you. It left me stunned.
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Librarians are almost always lovely people! From the one in Truro when I was eleven years old and had read everything in the children’s section who then introduced me to The Scarlet Pimpernel and allowed me access to the ‘adult’ section ( of course, adult section meant something different when I was a child!) , to the one I worked with at Hayfield School when I was an English teacher, who was so enthusiastic and encouraged children to help and to read and the one who became a life-long friend. This cartoon touched me.
Our allotments are a delight. There are Forget-me-nots everywhere (and I hope they self seed into our plot for next year) and people are both practical and quirky. I love these beach huts that are just the fronts against the hedge.
I wrote about Hamnet by Maggie O’Farrell in an earlier post, to be found here, and spent a very happy hour a couple of evenings ago, listening to the author talking about her work and answering readers’ questions in The Guardian Book Club event for April. If you haven’t read this amazing book yet, it is now in paperback and really is one of the best novels I have ever read. .
Today I posted a little book to its author. Many years ago, when teaching Year 7s, we used to read ‘The Indian in the Cupboard’ by Lynne Reid Banks and from that inspiration, the children wrote their own story in chapters. I kept Paul’s which is delightful and as I have followed his very interesting career and stayed in touch, I am able to return this lovely piece of work to him.
I was reminded today of a little treasure of a book, ‘Lyra’s Oxford’ by Philip Pullman that the lovely Mr S gave me many years ago. I read it again this afternoon and loved it still. It is a delight, a little taster of the wonderful ‘His Dark Materials’ trilogy.
One Peony flower has survived the wild weather – it’s enormous, about 9″ across. There are still some buds to come.The first sugar snap peas were ready for tonight’s supper. They have the prettiest flowers too. I’ll show you another day.
A new book arrived today and we are delighted with it, bright illustrations, rhyme and rhythm, dinosaurs and best of all, a white Daddy and a black Mummy, just like our Grandbaby LiveWires! We can hardly wait until our next Skype story time with them. It hasn’t been easy to find such books for little people.
A friend shared these words today and they strike me as very pertinent. They are the words of award-winning author, feminist, and social justice activist, L.R. Knost who is the founder and director of the children’s rights advocacy and family consulting group, Little Hearts/Gentle Parenting.
“Do not be dismayed by the brokenness of the world. All things break. And all things can be mended. Not with time, as they say, but with intention. So go. Love intentionally, extravagantly, unconditionally. The broken world waits in darkness for the light that is you.”
Be that light.
A dear friend called by today with some shopping and we sat in the garden for an hour or so, catching up and being together (in a socially distanced way!) Lovely J brought with her some scones she had made this morning with a pot of Cornish Clotted Cream and a beautiful posy of Suffragette colours. What a gem, what a very thoughtful and much needed gesture of solidarity and friendship.
Sunday is our day for reading stories to the little LiveWires in Barcelona. They have loved the monster book that our dear friend lent us, “When a Monster is Born” so much that we thought we would add to their Monster education by getting ”Not Now, Bernard” for them too. We read this to our own four some 40 years ago and it is still a best seller. They loved it!
There was a peaceful and socially distanced Black Lives Matter demonstration in Falmouth today that, but for the virus, we would have been at. Instead, we lit a candle which we burned for almost nine minutes. Our son in Barcelona and his (Senegalese) 12 year old daughter were at the event in Barcelona which was very well attended.