What a brilliant evening that was! Thanks Sue, for your company and KJ and L, for the ticket for my birthday – a real treat.
Category Archives: friendship
On our very windy walk today at Godrevy, we marvelled at how the Kestrel could hover so well in the wildness that was blowing us about.
I baked today – Blueberry Streusel Cake to take next door where we went for a delicious Allotment lunch!
A good friend from choir told me that today is Universal Children’s Day and sent me the following photos of amazing sculptures at the Children of the World Monument at Nordkapp. The information comes from a blog I found: “The “Children of the World” sculpture was started in 1988 when author Simon Flem Devold randomly selected seven children from seven countries – Tanzania, Brazil, USA, Japan, Thailand, Italy and Russia — to visit the North Cape to dream of “Peace on Earth“. During their seven day visit, each of the 8-to12-year-old children made a clay relief symbolizing friendship, hope, joy and working together. In 1989 the reliefs were enlarged, cased in bronze and erected in a semi-circle outside the North Cape Hall. A “Mother and Child “monument by sculptor Eva Rybakken points toward the seven disks.” The last photo is from the blog too.
The low winter sunshine comes straight through our back windows and first thing in the morning the shadow of PEACE on the blind was the first thing I saw.
We noticed a lone golden rose blooming near the arch this morning.
As I write my very good friend, A, is on the train coming to visit. We have the champagne ready to celebrate being together for the first time in eight years!
We have seen Seckou Keita in concert before but tonight at AMATA, the Academy of Music and Theatre Arts in Penryn, the concert was outstanding. Seckou was playing with Omar Sosa on piano and Gustave Ovalles on percussion and the whole audience loved it all. Their new collaborative cd is called Transparent Water and that was what we heard live tonight – fabulous!
A gallery of the evening is not enough. You need to catch them on tour if you can. Our son has known Seckou for many years and learnt both to play the Kora and to make them with Seckou who was delighted to hear that D is now a father of twins! Click on any photo for more detail.
After lunch in the Trelissick cafe with a lovely choir friend, I went for a delightful walk around the gardens in the warmth of late Autumn sunshine. Please join me in the gallery. I am enjoying the macro feature on my new camera – to see the detail, please click on any photo and zoom in, especially on the enormous bee!
I searched for a new, to me, poem about Autumn and came across this one which suited today’s experience perfectly. I hope you enjoy it too.
A Day In Autumn – by Ronald Stuart Thomas
It will not always be like this,
The air windless, a few last
Leaves adding their decoration
To the trees’ shoulders, braiding the cuffs
Of the boughs with gold; a bird preening
In the lawn’s mirror. Having looked up
From the day’s chores, pause a minute,
Let the mind take its photograph
Of the bright scene, something to wear
Against the heart in the long cold.
Our white Dahlias are very lovely this year. They seem to have found their feet at last.
I have been singing with friends this afternoon, getting ready for a performance in November. Their garden is glorious but only this photo worked today as I am getting to know how my new camera works.
My Blog is dedicated to my lovely friend, Kath, who died six years ago today. In Sonnet 104, Shakespeare talks about the value of friendship and the fact that enduring friendship remains intact despite the “process of the seasons” and the passing of the years.
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,For as you were when first your eye I eyed,Such seems your beauty still. Three winters coldHave from the forests shook three summers’ pride;Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turnedIn process of the seasons have I seen;Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned,Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.Ah yet doth beauty, like a dial hand,Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived;So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived.For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred:Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead.