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Stained Glass, James Fenton and A Gift of Flowers

We have a pretty little panel of stained glass that hangs in the kitchen window. This morning, before the blind was lifted, the early sun was shining through and lighting up the engine house.

There’s food for thought in this poem, The Ideal by James Fenton and I like it.

This is where I came from.
I passed this way.
This should not be shameful
or hard to say.

A self is a self.
It is not a screen.
A person should respect
what he has been.

This is my past
which I shall not discard.
This is the ideal.
This is hard.

Our lovely neighbour Sue came in for supper tonight and shared a photo of some remarkably beautiful flowers sent to her from Heligan in condolence and in the memory of her very special husband, Bill,  who died recently and for whom I posted on 14th April.

Sue’s flowers from the staff at The Lost Gardens of Heligan

 

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A Poem, A Dog and Wisteria

Regular readers will know how I appreciate a good poem, one that speaks to me. A one time pupil who became a student in our Training School, then a colleague and latterly a friend has written a delightful poem telling of the sudden temperature change that has been seen all over the UK today though without any hail or snow here in Cornwall. Natalie has given me permission to use her poem in tonight’s blog. Thank you, Natalie, I love the picture conjured up by your words.  The alliteration in

Sending the dog doollally
Dancing a dervish
Round the living room

is perfect!

Bella, photo taken by Natalie Doig

 

The temperature slumped
The light was sucked from
Us by cumulus nimbus,
Glooming black shroud,
Cracked open with a jolt
Of pink lightening,
And spitting balls of ice,
Which bounced on the lawn
Sending the dog doollally
Dancing a dervish
Round the living room
Spilling tea in scampering happiness,
At least someone was astonished
By April’s apocalyptic weather
Wagging her tail
Until the sun reemerged.

By Natalie Doig

I did take a photo of some gorgeous Wisteria but my camera didn’t have its memory card in – sorry!

 

 

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A Westi, Thrift and An Easter Cookie Cake

We followed a car this morning with a little hairy dog putting its head out of the window. Is it a Westi? I’m not a dog person but loved this little head and the reflection.

The Thrift is beginning to bloom at Godrevy. Look carefully at the second photo and you will see some clinging to the vertical face of the cliff, almost in the centre of the photo.

I baked an Easter Cookie Cake for next door where all the family are gathered.  The recipe says to serve it warm from the container, all diving in with a spoon!

 

 

Pudding, Peace and Ted Hughes

The lovely Mr S has been working on the interior of the boat for the past month, out from 9-6 each day so when he came home early today, we went out for a treat. Here is the Lemon Meringue Pie that was my choice of dessert.

I bought these letters today as the Es were back in stock. I have put them on the window sill in the sun room, overlooking the back garden.

This poem, April Birthday by Ted Hughes,  is for a young friend whose birthday is today. Happy days, N. I love the idea of Spring, being ‘like  a whole circus tumbling through a hoop.’  I love the ‘blossoms bombing’. I love the trees staggering under their new load of young leaves. I love the poem as you may have gathered!  Hope you do too, Natalie.

April Birthday – Ted Hughes

When your birthday brings the world under your window
And the song-thrush sings wet-throated in the dew
And aconite and primrose are unsticking the wrappers
Of the package that has come today for you

Lambs bounce out and stand astonished
Puss willow pushes among bare branches
Sooty hawthorns shiver into emerald

And a new air
Nuzzles the sugary
Buds of the chestnut. A groundswell and a stir
Billows the silvered
Violet silks
Of the south – a tenderness
Lifting through all the
Gently-breasted
Counties of England.

When the swallow snips the string that holds the world in
And the ring-dove claps and nearly loops the loop
You just can’t count everything that follows in a tumble
Like a whole circus tumbling through a hoop

Grass in a mesh of all flowers floundering
Sizzling leaves and blossoms bombing
Nestlings hissing and groggy-legged insects

And the trees
Stagger, they stronger
Brace their boles and biceps under
The load of gift. And the hills float
Light as bubble glass
On the smoke-blue evening

And rabbits are bobbing everywhere, and a thrush
Rings cooly in a far corner. A shiver of green
Strokes the darkening slope as the land
Begins her labour.

 

 

 

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The Healing Power of Singing, Friendship and Love

I just love my choir and my singing friends and I thank them from the bottom of my heart for the loving harmonies.

A small group of us are finding songs to sing with a small audience. This one came into my inbox this afternoon and is just perfect for today. “What’s In A Song”  Click below to listen.

 1) There are times when the folks are having a ball And the drinks and the jokes could fill up a hall But give me a song, a chorus, or more

And that’s when I’m likely to soar.

Oh they say there is nothing like having a feast
To bring folks close together from north, south, west, east But give us a song when the feasting is done
And that’s when the many are one… Oh…

2) There’s a time and a place for sorrow and woe When the pain and the tears are expected to flow But give me a song and voices close by
And that’s when I’m likely to cry

There’ve been times when my heart has wanted to weep But the pain and the tears were buried too deep
Then out of the blue in a roomful of song
The locked-inside feeling was gone…Oh..

3) There are places where pleasure is wrapped up and sold And you purchase a moment with silver andgold
But the pleasure of singing’s a blessing to me
‘Cause I know it by heart and it’s free

Oh, the times I remember and cherish so much
When we reach with our voices – it’s almost like touch

And we pull in the circle and banish our fears And we try to keep singing for years…Oh…

The following quotation is also apt for today.

Sending love out into the ether for all my blogging friends and all my readers.

 

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Syrup Sponge, Buttercups and William Morris

Yesterday I made two small syrup sponges, one for us and one for next door. B described his as nectar!

I received a beautiful gift this evening – a photograph of bright yellow buttercups – from an ex-pupil who later became a colleague and of whom I am immensely proud.  This was her message:  “On my walk this afternoon I came across these buttercups Sally, and for some reason I thought of you. I thought I must show these to Sally! So here they are.”

Buttercups from Natalie

William Morris was an author, artist and craftsman as well as a  committed political radical and today is the 183rd anniversary of his birth. I give you a print which he designed and a quotation that I love:

“I do not want art for a few any more than education for a few,
or freedom for a few.”

 

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Inspiration, Posy, and Stained Glass

It is International Women’s Day today and these words from Malala Yousafzai are the ones which speak loudest to me today.

“Do not wait for someone else to come and speak for you. It’s you who can change the world.”
I made this posy of primroses for a very dear friend today.
 Stained glass always catches my eye and this was no exception. It’s gorgeous.
For some reason my photos won’t load properly tonight. Please click on the red link to access them.
 
 

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