The lovely Mr S has been out into the rather damp garden to find me some beautiful things as I am laid up with some vile lurgy that has knocked the stuffing out of me. Postings may be sporadic over the next few day and I apologise to followers for no beautiful things yesterday.
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It’s my Mum’s birthday today and, of course, she has been in my mind especially today. I was thinking about what I had learned from her – about gardening, cooking, being forgiving, being kind and above all, finding the good in everyone and the beauty in everything. Mum always had a herb garden close to the kitchen as we do too.
Mum also collected old chimneys to plant up and I have inherited them. You can see just a few in the next photo.
Mum’s father was Welsh, she was half Welsh and I am one quarter Welsh. My book today is Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas. When I was very young we used to listen to this fabulous confection of words and magical imagination on two vinyl records and I heard it often. Later I was bought the tapes and later still, I chose to teach it as part of the GCSE English literature course. I know it almost by heart.
We had hailstones this morning but Welly Dog smiled through it all.
Storm Callum has been beating its way across Cornwall today and we have mostly stayed indoors doing the everyday stuff. This poem by Naomi Shibab Nye, Daily, seems the right one for today though no washing was hung outside!
Daily - Naomi Shihab NyeThese shriveled seeds we plant, corn kernel, dried bean, poke into loosened soil, cover over with measured fingertips These T-shirts we fold into perfect white squares These tortillas we slice and fry to crisp strips This rich egg scrambled in a gray clay bowl This bed whose covers I straighten smoothing edges till blue quilt fits brown blanket and nothing hangs out This envelope I address so the name balances like a cloud in the center of sky This page I type and retype This table I dust till the scarred wood shines This bundle of clothes I wash and hang and wash again like flags we share, a country so close no one needs to name it The days are nouns: touch them The hands are churches that worship the world
The Clematis over the arch is hanging very low making it hard to get through – but I love how it looks this late into the season. Even after the storm, it is still looking good though blown about all day. We still have dangerous winds to come…….
Yesterday in Penryn, these richly coloured leaves caught my attention.
Wednesday 19th September 2018
This morning we drove to Phoenix, dropped off the car – we have driven 1,506 miles, through mountains and deserts, through small towns and farmland and have flown to Atlanta, Georgia to spend the next four days with my lovely Brother and Sister-in-law. It will be good to stop moving for a few days!
Thursday 20th September
My Dear SIL planned a treat for us for today – a trip to Atlanta’s beautiful Botanical Gardens and an evening performance of Midsummer Night’s Dream in the Gardens and what a treat that turned out to be! The garden was a story book delight! All the characters are made out of plants and are exquisite.
We didn’t manage to see everything on this visit as we had to have dinner and make our way to the Theatre space which was on the 63ft wide pond! It was still very hot – it had been a very humid 29C earlier and so, along with the ticket, each member of the audience was given a fan, a lovely gesture.
The play was an absolute delight, sparkling from start to finish with just six actors taking all the parts and clearly loving every minute as we did.
Dawn over the Mittens at Monument Valley – what a treat for the last full day of our road trip.
We drove to Flagstaff after breakfast to spend the night with our friends with whom we have spent the last few days having amazing adventures. Their garden in the desert is full of colour – a tribute to the gardeners – and the Hummingbirds love their sugar feeder.