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Baby Hats, Kindness and A Recipe

My blog today is all about yesterday! I discovered today that yesterday was World Kindness Day, a day that started being celebrated in 1998. Today, I celebrate the day with some wisdom from Aesop. My friend Valerie writes here about kindnesses, a lovely post well worth reading.

Kindness

The thing I like least about knitting is the sewing up but, having finished my scarf, I decided to sew up all the baby hats I have made for our local hospital and here they are, ready to be taken to the collection point tomorrow.

Baby hats for local maternity unit

Yesterday, too,  I showed you the Sweet Potato Pancakes that we had for breakfast and I have now put the recipe on my Recipes page. Do try them! They are delicious!  Here is the link Sweet Potato Pancakes

 

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Scarf, Fireworks and Siegfried Sassoon

It has been a very grey day today and I have finished my scarf!

Scarf finished

There are fireworks going off tonight, a little odd for Armistice day I feel, but fun to watch if not to listen to. I took the photo through our bedroom window.

British Legion fireworks – this photo is for V in honour of her Mum and mine.

I was a teenager when my Uncle Norman, my Dad’s older brother, gave me a volume of Siegfried Sassoon’s poems.

My present from Uncle Norman

I found them very moving, clear to understand and perhaps they helped form my pacifist outlook. One of my favourites was

Everyone Sang

Everyone suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight
As prisoned birds must find in freedom,
Winging wildly across the white
Orchards and dark-green fields; on – on – and out of sight.
Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted;
And beauty came like the setting sun:
My heart was shaken with tears; and horror
Drifted away … O, but Everyone
Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.
 

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Baby Beanie Hats, Crochet and A Poem

Our local hospital, The Royal Cornwall Hospital at Treliske,  has put out a call for Baby Beanie hats in red, amber and green for the newborns to wear, the colour indicating the level of care and feeding support required for the baby. I have put Snow Dog to one side and made my first three little hats ready for delivery.

Green, red and amber Baby Beanie Hats

When we were in Portugal, we called in at a most attractive little shop selling the kind of clothes that I like. While we were browsing, the young woman behind the counter was crocheting a flower in a natural cotton. She was delighted by my interest, told me that she attaches one to the brown paper bag she puts clothes in and then presented me with a flower!  I came across it again today as I was about to hand wash my linen trousers. Yes, I did buy something!

Beautiful crochet flower

Autumn is upon us.  I have spent the afternoon collecting up leaves in the front garden to make leaf mould and the clocks go back tonight. Here is an Autumny  poem for you – from Incantation by George Parsons Lathrop.

When the leaves, by thousands thinned,
A thousand times have whirled in the wind,
And the moon, with hollow cheek,
Staring from her hollow height,
Consolation seems to seek
From the dim, reechoing night;
And the fog-streaks dead and white
Lie like ghosts of lost delight
O’er highest earth and lowest sky;
Then, Autumn, work thy witchery!

 

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Resting, Reading and Knitting

Now it’s me under the weather so it has been another quiet day. We have recently discovered Mick Herron’s spy novels and are loving them! I’m onto the third in the series,  ‘Real Tigers’, having read ‘Slow Horses’ and ‘Dead Lions’ on holiday.

Third in the series

I’ve made a start on knitting Snow Dog for Christmas for LiveWire B by special request. One ear, a tiny stripy sock is done and the body.

One ear!

Snow Dog

 
 

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Back Patch, Birthday Cake and Bunting

We love the seclusion of this little patio with its arbour, Sweet Peas and vegetable patches.

Back patio

We went to a surprise 50th Birthday party this evening. Mark’s cake was amazing and he was truly surprised!

Special photo cake

I loved the knitted bunting all around the fences at the village hall.

Knitted bunting!

 

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Bill Mitchell, Our Friend Next Door 2/12/1951 – 14/4/2017

From the moment we came back to live in Cornwall in 2008 and serendipitously landed next door to Sue and Bill, we were made to feel welcome and loved. We were asked in for a drink even before we had moved in. On moving day, the pantechnicon couldn’t get up our drive, so next door’s fence came down and we moved in from their drive.

Breakfast in Charlotte’s Tea House, Truro

Bill’s big hugs were so lovely and happened sometimes out of the blue such as when we had gone to Plymouth to see Beautiful Journey  or London to see Babel and suddenly there behind us was Bill and then came the hugs.

It was some time before we began to realise that both Bill and Sue were something rather special in the art and theatre world! Bill was such a modest individual but over drinks and mince pies at Christmas or over dinner, he would regale us with wonderful stories of his work in the theatre, his designs and his inspirations opening our minds to new worlds.

I loved hearing the gentle whirr of the hand pushed mower as Bill mowed the lawn next door.  He was right, it did make for a lovelier lawn.

Bill nurtured everyone’s talents. He knew that I loved to knit for our Grandchildren and one day asked if I could knit something for him. WildWorks were working on a project in Kensington Palace and needed knitted Crown Jewels! Bill asked if I could make the orb. It took some ingenuity and several trials but I managed it and it was there in Kensington Palace! It was held by each person who sat in the knitted throne when they visited the installation.

A child holding the Orb that I knitted for the exhibition

Bill gave me a most precious gift the last time we were in the car with them. Somehow we were talking about names and I told him how I had always disliked my middle name only ever using my initial, H. He asked what it was and though I had told no-one for 50+ years, such was Bill that I did tell him. It’s Hilda (and this will come as news to many, many people!) Bill told me that the name means fighter and warrior and that it suited my nature and that I should be proud of it – so I have regained the name my Granny gave me and I can now wear the beautiful gold and tiny diamond H which I inherited from her. When I was a little girl my Granny told me that she would give the little H on a black ribbon if only I would say I liked my name. I was named after her – but I was a stubborn and rather horrid little girl and I wouldn’t say it. With Bill in mind, I will now own my name with pride and honour my Granny.

H for Hilda

Bill couldn’t eat onions, leeks or garlic so making a meal was sometimes a bit of a challenge. I don’t like lamb but the lovely Mr S does.  On one occasion I cooked a herby roast chicken in our house and Sue cooked lamb with garlic in theirs. We took the chicken round and Bill and I enjoyed that while Sue and my Mr S loved the lamb dinner.

Latterly, when Bill was unwell, he fancied puddings more than a roast dinner. He put in a special request for Treacle Tart, Lemon Sponge and Syrup Sponge and told me when we met over the garden fence that the puddings were, ‘Nectar; pure ambrosia.”

It was Bill who introduced me to Claire Ingleheart in whose choirs I have been singing ever since and with whose choirs I took part in Heligan 100. It was Bill who introduced us to the magic of community and landscape theatre through his wonderful WildWorks productions and it is Bill we will say goodbye to on Friday 5th May along with the hundreds of others who loved him.

Mecanopsis, a blue Poppy

Sue told me recently that Bill thought blue was the colour of memory, the Underworld, the blue yonder, ‘into the blue…’ so this beautiful blue Poppy, from our garden, is for Bill, with love.

For those who would like to know more about Bill’s professional life, these obituaries and the video tell the story:

https://www.theguardian.com/stage/2017/apr/18/bill-mitchell-obituary

http://www.cornwalllive.com/bill-mitchell-wildwork-s-critically-acclaimed-artistic-director-dies-aged-65-after-cancer-battle/story-30272730-detail/story.html

 

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St Ives, Tremenheere Gardens and St Euny

What a delightful day out this as been with our friend whom we have not seen for about 30 years! It is so lovely how the years just drop away as if they have not been! Please enjoy our gallery of our trip to St Ives and then our visit to Tremenheere Sculpture Gardens. Please click on any photo for detail and the caption.

I came home to find that Anna Oliver of Fresca Marketing in Redruth had sent me the programme that she is designing for Until the Day Break and it is fabulous! I can’t show you yet but I will show you as the show starts on 18th May.

 

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