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Hibernation, Frogs and More Raindrops

On our way through Truro we pass a roundabout that has three huge hedgehogs on it and I noticed the other day that they are in hibernation mode. Nearby is a post box that always has interesting crocheted/knitted toppers. However, we are always in the car when we go by and photos are impossible. Happily, we have good friends who live nearby and M has taken the photos for me. Thank you very much, M!

Overnight rain left lots of raindrops on the Grape Hyacinths.

 

Yarn Humour, A Shard and Daffodils

I called into Make A mends again this morning to collect some fabric and spotted a wonderful piece of yarn work. How I wish I had had these crutches when I had my new hips fitted!

On the pavement in town today was a tiny bit of pottery.

We drove through Tresillian this afternoon and I just managed to get a shot of half of Tregothnan Gatehouse and the hundreds of daffodils, nodding away in the breeze.

Ramadan Mubarak! May this blessed month bring peace and happiness to our dear family and friends.

 

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Gift, Hugs and Refugees

A parcel arrived today and what delights were inside! A  reader in the North East who has become a friend has collected lots of beautiful sea-glass and posted it to me. Thank you so much, J, such lovely pieces and colours. Joy!

Along with the glass, in the parcel, were two beautifully made  ‘pocket hugs.’  What a delightful idea!  Our pocket hugs will come on our walks with us

It seems the right time to share again the following poem by W H Auden, written in a different time but with a hurtful relevance today.

Refugee Blues by W H Auden

Say this city has ten million souls,
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:
Yet there’s no place for us, my dear, yet there’s no place for us.

Once we had a country and we thought it fair,
Look in the atlas and you’ll find it there:
We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.

In the village churchyard there grows an old yew,
Every spring it blossoms anew;
Old passports can’t do that, my dear, old passports can’t do that.

The consul banged the table and said:
‘If you’ve got no passport, you’re officially dead’;
But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive.

Went to a committee; they offered me a chair;
Asked me politely to return next year:
But where shall we go today, my dear, but where shall we go today?

Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said:
‘If we let them in, they will steal our daily bread’;
He was talking of you and me, my dear, he was talking of you and me.

Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky;
It was Hitler over Europe, saying: ‘They must die’;
We were in his mind, my dear, we were in his mind.

Saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin,
Saw a door opened and a cat let in:
But they weren’t German Jews, my dear, but they weren’t German Jews.

Went down the harbour and stood upon the quay,
Saw the fish swimming as if they were free:
Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away.

Walked through a wood, saw the birds in the trees;
They had no politicians and sang at their ease:
They weren’t the human race, my dear, they weren’t the human race.

Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors,
A thousand windows and a thousand doors;
Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours.

Stood on a great plain in the falling snow;
Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro:
Looking for you and me, my dear, looking for you and me.

 

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Post Box Toppers

Our post box has a neat new topper for Christmas.

One of my dear singing friends who lives in a nearby village has sent me this beautiful, detailed and delightful topper from her postbox. What a lot of work goes into these pieces of art that are there for everyone passing by to enjoy. .

We drove past a lovely Christmas train topper, like a gingerbread construction, in Truro yesterday but the photo is a bit blurry as we were moving.

 

Armistice Day, Knitting, Crochet and White Poppies

Many craftivists have been busy making items to mark Armistice Day. Along our street there is a new post box topper.

In a nearby village, Carnon Downs, there is the most amazing display. It has, in the Main Street, purple poppies to mark the animals lost in war, traditional red poppies to mark the fallen soldiers and a few white ones.

We wear white poppies. They are to mark all those lost to war, past and ongoing, those who were fighting and the civilians caught up in war. Benjamin Zephaniah explains it beautifully.

 

 

In a garden nearby

 

 

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Post Box Topper, Street Furniture and Flowers

As our local children start the new school year, our local knitter has produced another lovely post box topper in honour of Rick, our crossing man who sees children and adults alike safely over the road. 

We loved how this piece of street furniture has been made special with the brass cut-out of Truro Cathedral on the sides.

There are still lots of Cosmos and Dahlias flowering at the allotment so we picked a bunch to enjoy at home.

 

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Blueberries, Postbox Topper and A Cardiologist

I  read a new recipe on Facebook and it sounded so good, I had to make it – Blueberry Crumble Bars. Here’s where you can find the recipe. As I often do, I made a few (healthy) changes which I can tell you about if you ask in the comments.

 

Another postbox topper has appeared in our street, to celebrate the upcoming Jubilee. I consider my self to be a citizen not a subject and I am not a Royalist but I do admire the skill and dedication that has gone into making this beautiful piece. The maker knows I am putting this on here today.

Today I read about Dr. Helen Taussig, the founder of the field of paediatric cardiology. She was born on May 24th 1898 and had to struggle to become a Doctor. You can read more about her here   Dr. Taussig was one of the innovative cardiologists in history and developed a medical procedure that saved the lives of tens of thousands of ‘blue’ babies. It is because of another cardiologist that we have our son who as a baby had to undergo three heart operations, at 13 days, 6 months and 18 months.  The cardiologist and the surgeon have our everlasting thanks.

 

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Eggs, Post Box Topper and A Wish

Yesterday, friends at choir said they had eggs if we would like them. Fresh eggs? Of course! I had no idea they were so beautiful until I opened the box to put them on the egg rack. The paler ones are the loveliest pale blue that isn’t showing too well..

Regular readers will know how I love the knitted post box toppers that turn up on Facebook from time to time. This time, one turned up on our road! It has been made by Jessica and is an absolute delight – Cup Cake Tea.

For Star Wars fans, “May the 4th be with you.”

 

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Sunset, Spires and Ice Cream Cones

We spent a very happy hour with the Mac technician in Truro who solved all the problems with our laptop and all with patience and good humour. So now, here is the sunset photo I wanted to show you yesterday. It’s a bit fuzzy, taken through the window, but you get the very dramatic fieriness.

Today the sky was blue and walking around Truro again after many months, was a joy. Here are the spires of the Cathedral.

 

There was a delightful window display in one of my favourite shops –

 

Baby Beanies, Ice Patterns and Seeds

I’ve been knitting tiny little hats for premature babies at our local hospital. They are in three colours, red for the very poorly ones, orange for this who are getting better and green for those are nearly ready to go home.  Time to contact the co-ordinator for collection. My camera has reproduced the red very badly!

Traffic light hats

Thawing the soup for lunch, this pretty pattern turned up on the icy plastic pint pot as it sat in a pan of cold water.

More seeds arrived today – great delight all round and more plans for Summer colour.

Sweet Peas for scent in the day , Nicotiana for evening scent, Nasturtiums for colour and salads and Poppies for their rich colours and lovely seed pods.

 

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