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Thank you Note, Cornish Lane and Giving

You may remember that lots of knitters from Caring Crafters of Cornwall and including me, have been knitting tiny things for our local Neo Natal Unit. They wrote to say thank you which is lovely. Emma is the special person who has been co-ordinating our efforts.

Thank you note from Neo Natal Unit re knitting

Thank you note from Neo Natal Unit re knitting

The lanes are just beautiful at the moment.

Lane and wild flowers

Lane and wild flowers

This is a lovely piece from Helen Steiner Rice:

The more you give

The more you give

 

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Bonding Squares, Sketchers and Roger McGough

Bonding squares are provided to mums whose babies are in a neonatal unit.  Each mum is given two squares, one is put with her  baby and one is kept on mum’s body. Every twelve  hours they are swapped over.   They help the Mother and baby to bond by smell in cases where they can’t physically touch.   I have made two pairs so far to go via Caring Crafters of Cornwall, with my little hats, for our local hospitals.

bonding squares

Bonding squares

Redruth was filled with children from Trewirgie School today, all sitting and sketching some of our beautiful buildings. I asked if I could photograph one girl’s work and here it is. They were having such fun and were making all the shoppers smile with delight at seeing what must have been nearly the whole school out working in the sunshine.

Boesti

Boesti

I just love this poem by Roger McGough, ‘First Day at School’

A millionbillionwillion miles from home
Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?)
Why are they all so big, other children?
So noisy? So much at home they
Must have been born in uniform
Lived all their lives in playgrounds
Spent the years inventing games
That don’t let me in. Games
That are rough, that swallow you up.

And the railings.
All around, the railings.
Are they to keep out wolves and monsters?
Things that carry off and eat children?
Things you don’t take sweets from?
Perhaps they’re to stop us getting out
Running away from the lessins. Lessin.
What does a lessin look like?
Sounds small and slimy.
They keep them in the glassrooms.
Whole rooms made out of glass. Imagine.

I wish I could remember my name
Mummy said it would come in useful.
Like wellies. When there’s puddles.
Yellowwellies. I wish she was here.
I think my name is sewn on somewhere
Perhaps the teacher will read it for me.
Tea-cher. The one who makes the tea.

 

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Sun Hat, Baby Hats and Rabindranath Tagore

Today I have bought a new sun hat. Ever the optimist, I just know I will be needing it this Summer.

Sun hat

Sun hat

With one ball of yarn plus a little I have made nine tiny baby hats for the Caring Crafters of Cornwall group who are knitting and making for premature babies born in our local hospitals.

Hats for premature babies

Hats for premature babies

The words of  Rabindranath Tagore are always interesting. This piece is particularly lovely. Savour it and enjoy it.  It is called The Source.

The sleep that flits on baby’s eyes-does anybody know from where
it comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has its dwelling where,
in the fairy village among shadows of the forest dimly lit with
glow-worms, there hang two shy buds of enchantment. From there it
comes to kiss baby’s eyes.
The smile that flickers on baby’s lips when he sleeps-does
anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumour that a young
pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn
cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew
washed morning-the smile that flickers on baby’s lips when he
sleeps.
The sweet, soft freshness that blooms on baby’s limbs-does
anybody know where it was hidden so long? Yes, when the mother was
a young girl it lay pervading her heart in tender and silent
mystery of love-the sweet, soft freshness that has bloomed on
baby’s limbs.

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