A visitor from next door was enjoying the sunshine in our garden this morning.
Enjoying the sunshine
I love this tree in the field at Trelissick where it overlooks the Carrick Roads and out to sea.
Ballerina Tree at Trelissick
We came across a gloriously golden tree as we went over the new bridge towards the Apple Orchard. Its label said ‘Carya Ovata’, not a tree that I had heard of.
Carya Ovata
Stomping around Trelissick gardens in a heavy shower, the sole pink Cyclamen among the Snowdrops caught my eye.
Cyclamen
We sheltered under this tree for a few moments but the drips fell more heavily so it wasn’t much use!
Magnificent tree
A blogger friend, GrandfatherSky, posted the following beautiful piece by Oriah recently. I posted it once before, in March 2015 where you can find it in another format with a note from Oriah herself.
The Invitation by Oriah
And – I am linking this to The mindful gardener’s Soulful Sunday which has as its aim. “This would be anything that makes you feel emotional, warm and fuzzy, grateful, inspired, appreciative of the world around us? But also if you feel you need a little connection with positivity, a way of reaching out to others and feeling reassured that we are all part of the same universe, and that the overwhelming urge in this world is to share and understand one another, to show compassion and kindness.”
It was a bitterly cold and very brisk walk around the gardens at Trelissick today, with hailstones hammering down on us at intervals. We could have done with coats as thick as the sheep!
There were Snowdrops everywhere and a Snowdrop Trail for half-termers to follow. We saw many little ones having fun following the upturned flowerpot direction arrows.
Pheasant among the Snowdrops
Camellias were in flower all around the gardens and so were the odd blowsy Rhododendrons.
Rhododendron
After a lovely chatty lunch in the cafe with a dear friend, a walk around the gardens at Trelissick in between the very heavy showers was just the thing.
From the Tennis courts across Channals Creek to Falmouth
I tried a new recipe for breakfast pancakes this morning – Sweet Potato Pancakes with Blueberries.
Sweet Potato Pancakes with Blueberries, Maple Syrup and Creme Fraiche
There aren’t too many flowers left in the garden but I managed to pick a lovely small bouquet for the hall.
Flowers from our garden
Yesterday in the shop in Trelissick, I saw this delightful biscuit which I knew would appeal to my sister-in-law, V.
Black faced sheep
I love Autumn! The colours are so beautiful and even in a cold wind, a walk around Trelissick gave us so many beautiful moments. Click on any photo to share our colourful afternoon and to read the tale about ‘drawing from nature.’
After lunch in the Trelissick cafe with a lovely choir friend, I went for a delightful walk around the gardens in the warmth of late Autumn sunshine. Please join me in the gallery. I am enjoying the macro feature on my new camera – to see the detail, please click on any photo and zoom in, especially on the enormous bee!
I searched for a new, to me, poem about Autumn and came across this one which suited today’s experience perfectly. I hope you enjoy it too.
A Day In Autumn – by Ronald Stuart Thomas
It will not always be like this,
The air windless, a few last
Leaves adding their decoration
To the trees’ shoulders, braiding the cuffs
Of the boughs with gold; a bird preeningIn the lawn’s mirror. Having looked up
From the day’s chores, pause a minute,
Let the mind take its photograph
Of the bright scene, something to wear
Against the heart in the long cold.
Now and then the sun crept out through the mist which lay in the valleys on our way to Trelissick and covered the water completely as we started our stroll. Join us on this beautiful walk and imagine the peace. Click on any photo for the caption and an enlargement.
This post is for S, whose birthday is today and for V whose birthday is tomorrow because both of them love this place and are both too far away.
Our eldest daughter has been down for the day for her birthday which is tomorrow and happily this year it has coincided with Mother’s Day. We spent the afternoon on a lovely long walk out of Trelissick along the river through the woods and back up again. Join us on our peaceful stroll. Please click on any photo for detail.
We had a delicious Birthday dinner of Chicken Adobo followed by Chocolate Torte.
Before I met some lovely friends for a coffee in the cafe at Trelissick I had a brisk walk around the garden. Here are a few of the delights therein.
We had a delicious soup for lunch after the lovely Mr S returned home from working on the boat in bitter if bright weather.
Carrot and Orange Soup
It was a full moon on Sunday so I was able to set the Moon and Tide clock that was one of my birthday presents. We were in Barcelona for the last full moon so this was my first opportunity. I shall really enjoy watching the progress of the moon and planning outings based on the tide.
Moon and Tide clock, made from recycled flowerpots!
I am listening to BBC Radio 4 as I prepare this post. The following poem has just been quoted from. It is in a book about to be published called, I think, ‘Poems which make women cry.’
“Warsan Shire, a Somali-British writer and poet in her 20s, uses her work to explore stories of escape and journeys. The poem below, entitled “Home”, is written from the perspective of someone escaping violence, and losing their home. Not only is Shire a very talented writer, this poem is also a powerful answer to common claims that asylum seekers are moving for economic reasons, or because they just feel like it. The majority of the Syrian people who have attempted to enter Europe in recent months were legitimately fearing for their lives, and felt like they had no other choice. You can find the whole harrowing poem here. It is well worth reading.
you have to understand,
that no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land
no one burns their palms
under trains
beneath carriages
no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck
feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled
means something more than journey.
no one crawls under fences
no one wants to be beaten
pitied
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