Today’s dress rehearsals were wonderful. Here are a few of the characters you will meet if you come to the show next week.
I was given a present this morning, just because! It is a set of slot together silicon panels to make any size, shape of cake so this afternoon I made a heart shaped Lemon Drizle cake for next door. Thank you, N, perfect present and excellent timing.xx
On my walk this afternoon, the lane was full of richly coloured English Bluebells.
Daughter No Three is with us for Bill next door’s funeral tomorrow as she once worked with WildWorks on Babel. She has left her daughter with Daddy but LiveWire 4 sent her Bunny to keep Mummy company.
It is April 30th and I have made an attempt to publish a poem every day throughout this Poetry Month – didn’t quite manage it! This one is a delight to me. Tony Harrison was born on this day in 1937 and his poem celebrates his Father who was adept at icing Wedding cakes but didn’t seem to mind that his work was ephemeral, destroyed in the celebration of a marriage. I love how Tony Harrison relates the ephemerality of the iced cake to the short life of the sandcastle built by him and his Dad as the tide comes in. I love the salt water of the sea tied up with the salt of his tears as he both remembers and mourns his Father.
The Icing Hand
That they lasted only till the next high tide
bothered me, not him whose labour was to make
sugar lattices demolished when the bride,
with help from her groom’s hot hand, first cut the cake.
His icing hand, gritty with sandy grains, guides
my pen when I try shaping memories of him
and his eyes scan with mine the rising tides
neither father nor his son could hope to swim.
His eyes stayed dry while I, the kid, would weep
to watch the castle that had taken us all day
to build and deck decay, one wave-surge sweep
our winkle-stuccoed edifice away.
Remembrance like ice cake crumbs in the throat,
remembrance like wind-blown Blackpool brine
overfills the poem’s shallow moat
and first, ebbing, salts, then, flowing, floods this line.
We had a fox in the back field today. The photo is on maximum zoom and isn’t very clear but gives you an idea of what we were watching for about twenty minutes.
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.
I collected a tiny posy of Spring flowers today for my lovely little pottery container sent to me by our lovely friend, P.
The Clematis in the front garden is beautiful.
We have a friend staying for a few days and we all walked down to the Churchyard to take photos of four special gravestones which are to be part of the performance 18th-21st May. They are each to be marked by ribbons and the four young women being remembered will be wearing the same colour of ribbon on their costume.
Another trip to St Euny to measure up four graves which are to be marked by ribbons and then a trip to the ribbon shop! I love The Sewing Studio in Redruth!
I came across this poem for the first time recently and it caught my fancy. Let’s live every day as if it were our first and it fills us with astonishment at the beauty all around us.
Imaginary Conversation – Linda Pastan
You tell me to live each day
as if it were my last. This is in the kitchen
where before coffee I complain
of the day ahead—that obstacle race
of minutes and hours,
grocery stores and doctors.
But why the last? I ask. Why not
live each day as if it were the first—
all raw astonishment, Eve rubbing
her eyes awake that first morning,
the sun coming up
like an ingénue in the east?
You grind the coffee
with the small roar of a mind
trying to clear itself. I set
the table, glance out the window
where dew has baptized every
A little packet arrived when I was out yesterday and, somehow, by the time I had finished my meeting last night, it was overlooked. Today, what delight! I opened it up and there is the new cd by Three Daft Monkeys and we love it already!
We love the short train ride from Lelant Saltings to St Ives and that was our trip today. We love the art galleries and today, in the Porthminster Gallery, fell in love with a very special piece by Margaret Lovell. We left the gallery and then, at the same moment, turned to each other to say, “We could buy it together for our Golden Wedding present!” And so we did! We have bought it through Own Art, a brilliant scheme where you pay off the cost over ten months with no interest. I’m not sure we can wait until August to unwrap it but as soon as we do I will show you our very beautiful piece of sculpture.
Enjoy our gallery of our afternoon in St Ives. Click on any photo for a better view.