Our friends showed us some beautiful old glasses with a flower at the bottom. The effect of the cut glass makes a kaleidoscope effect which is absolutely lovely.
Category Archives: environment
Happy Thanksgiving to all my friends, family and readers across the pond.
After singing this morning, I was delighted to see a Robin on the decking just outside the door of the cafe, Muddy Beach, where we all go for coffee and a catch-up.
After coffee time, I walked up through Penryn to call in at the gallery, Fannie&Fox, with my new work as there is a re-hanging today. Outside there is an enormous beech tree with some masts still hanging on. There are Christmas trees along the streets (but too soon to show such things!) and it seemed as if Nature had left her baubles hanging on the tree.
The poster below is advertising our Christmas show opening on November 30th as Penryn’s Christmas lights are switched on.I won’t be able to be there as Redruth’s lights are also being switched on that evening and I am booked at the Christmas Craft Market as well as singing carols after the lights parade!
I just caught this evening’s sunset over Four Lanes.
We drew the curtains to find a beautiful rainbow this morning. The house across the street must be full of the crock of gold as the rainbow ends in their chimney. It wasn’t until I put the photo on the computer that I saw the one red leaf left on the Copper Beech next door.
Walking through Penryn this morning in driving rain, I had to stop with the camera under the umbrella to take this photo of a very attractive front door.
A poem about Autumn for you, one that was in a poetry book I had as a child, about nine years old, another that I liked to make up a tune for so that I could sing it to myself. Certainly today we have had ‘great gales incessant’ and the ‘golden leaves’ have been scattered far and wide.
Autumn by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain,
With banners, by great gales incessant fanned,
Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand,
And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain!
Thou standest, like imperial Charlemagne,
Upon thy bridge of gold; thy royal hand
Outstretched with benedictions o’er the land,
Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain!
Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended
So long beneath the heaven’s o’erhanging eaves;
Thy steps are by the farmer’s prayers attended;
Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves;
And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid,
Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves!
The rains have been incessant over much of the country and my heart goes out to all those who are flooded out of their homes around Doncaster where we used to live, in the villages of Fishlake and Bentley, Sykehouse and Arksey and now we hear in many more areas across the Midlands.