Before the gales came in this morning, I had a brisk walk around the block. The moss down Lovers’ Lane was vibrant and very green.
I started the Christmas decorations today, beginning with the beautiful fabric wreath on our inner front door. I inherited this from my Mum and Dad who were given this delightful American decoration.
Dear friends came for dinner last week and brought two lovely little angels to add to my collection. They were first on our tree.Thank you very much, P&A.
Today was the Christmas Market, last one of the year, and it went well.
The other stalls around were delightful – next door to me a cake stall with gorgeously decorated small cakes and some delightful biscuits, made by Pink Peach Cake Co.
‘Love Betty’ was across the way and a lovely young woman, a student at Falmouth University, bought a coat that suited her so very well.
‘Love Betty, Reloved to beloved upcycled fashion’
We got caught in a downpour when shopping in town so we popped into our favourite coffee shop, Home Ground, to shelter and have some excellent coffee. There were roses on the window ledge.
There are still flowers in our garden despite the wind and rain. I decided to bring some in to enjoy indoors.
I have shared Mary Oliver’s poems before and this seemed so apt for these nights that are drawing in earlier and earlier, not eight o’clock tonight but by seven o’clock it was properly dark.
Lamps – Mary Oliver
Eight o’clock, no later
You light the lamps,
The big one by the large window,
The small one on your desk.
They are not to see by—
It’s still twilight out over the sand,
The scrub oaks and cranberries.
Even the small birds have not settled
For sleep yet, out of the reach
Of prowling foxes. No,
You light the lamps because
You are alone in your small house
And the wicks sputtering gold
Are like two visitors with good stories
They will tell slowly, in soft voices,
While the air outside turns quietly
A grainy and luminous blue.
You wish it would never change—
But of course the darkness keeps
Its appointment. Each evening,
An inscrutable presence, it has the final word
Outside every door.
I noticed some windows in Redruth for the first time today and loved the fact that ‘DRESSES’ and ‘MANTLES’ are still etched into the glass. I’m hoping a local reader will know what the shop was in its heyday.
The West End Drapery Stores were quite something and the premises are still lovely on the outside. One section of the old shop is being renovated and has been recently painted and the floor tiles cleaned up.
I baked some Courgette and Mozzarella Muffins today and they were delicious.
Taking this photo of the rainbow paper flower, I was aware of the Welly Dogs, Tinners’ Hounds, in the reflection.
Just a few moments later as I walked up Fore Street, I noticed two hounds tied to the two Tinners’ Hounds beside a lamppost. That amused me.
There are berries in the front garden. I think they are from a Rose of Sharon that has planted itself.
The last of our family leave tomorrow as our Nephew and family return to Munich. We have spent a lovely evening with them. It has been a busy and thoroughly enjoyable couple of weeks.
My market stall was pleasing today though not as many sales as last time for various reasons.
We have some gin stones, little cubes that we keep in the freezer, which chill the gin without diluting it!
I had two and a half hours reading magazines in a waiting room this afternoon and found several interesting recipes which I photographed. Tonight I made Maple Soy Chicken with Pak Choi and Mushroom Stirfry which was, indeed, very tasty.
Ten years or so ago, when our first Grandchild arrived, I bought a beautiful Noah’s ark. Today, as none of the LiveWires now play with it, I have passed it on to our lovely neighbour for her visiting Grand nephew and nieces to play with.
I have unexpectedly been offered a stall at tomorrow’s monthly market in Redruth to sell my glass pieces and I have accepted! I’ve made a new sign for the stall.
We are living in troubled times and need to keep our hope alive. 
Especially seek out truth and love, Dear Reader .
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