Our town is being brightened up with murals, some in quite unexpected places. I still have to discover some of them. Here is the most obvious at the crossroads.
On the way up the hill there was tree that seemed to be wrapped in green velvet. It felt as soft as it looked.
I stepped into a neighbour’s garden to take this photo of a beautiful Hellebore flower.
I loved my Thesaurus as I was growing up, given to me when I was, I think, nine years old and it stayed by my side for many years. In due course, it fell apart and I was given a shiny new copy. Today is Thesaurus Day which commemorates the birth of Peter Mark Roget, born on this day in 1779 and author of Roget’s Thesaurus. Here’s a poem to celebrate. It’s called ‘Roger’s Thesaurus’ and it is by Brian Bilston who published it on Twitter this morning.
I have given away our beautiful Dinosaur Muffin tin as our LiveWires have grown out of their Dinosaur phase. It has gone to a very good home.
I found our first Snowdrops in the garden this morning.
The white Cyclamen are doing well despite the rain and the wind.
I love this take on a well known prayer, giving thanks to Mother Nature. It’s from Rebecca Solnit, an American writer who has written on a variety of subjects, including feminism, the environment and politics.
Our mother who art underfoot,
hallowed be thy names,
thy seasons come, thy will be done,
within us as around us,
thank you for our daily bread, our water, our air, and our lives and so much beauty;
lead us not into selfish craving and the destructions that are the hungers of the glutted,
but deliver us from wanton consumption
of thy vast but finite bounty,
for thine is the only sphere of life we know,
and the power and the glory, forever and ever, amen
Regular readers will know both that I love Gorse (Furze) flowers and the Cornish saying that Kissing is only out of fashion “When the furze is out of bloom;” that is to say, never!
Turning one corner on our walk we smelled a delicious perfume, not the gorse which does smell of honey, but we think, the bank of pink flowers we passed. I don’t know what they are but hope Jude may be able to help.
The walk along the Flat Lode Trail was very muddy and the bigger puddles reflected the scudding clouds very clearly.
Photo and words by Kris Meadon, written yesterday, used here with permission.
“It’s 4.30pm as this evening’s full Wolf moon rises slowly through the mist and clouds behind the fairytale castle of St.Michael’s Mount. 🌝 January’s full moon was dubbed the Wolf Moon by early Native Americans due to villagers hearing packs of wolves howling in hunger around this time of the year!”
We couldn’t see the full moon at all last night as it was far too cloudy. I went out several times to find it…… I was delighted when Kris’ beautiful photo turned up and he said I could use it.
A friend alerted me to the fact that Seville Oranges (needed for making marmalade) are in the shops for their very short season so off we went this morning to our local greengrocer’s to pick up enough for 4 batches. These are enough for one batch. I shall freeze some to make later.
Seville Oranges
Tonight’s Turkey stir-fry featured Pak Choi from our vegetable patch at the back.
Pak Choi
The sky was so beautifully blue this morning
Porthowan was a treat – toddlers playing in the puddles left behind by the retreating tide; people strolling and waves crashing – wonderfully uplifting.
Later we went to walk around Trelissick Gardens – saw Daffodils on the way and lots of signs of Spring in the garden.
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