As we drove down Chapel Hill in Truro yesterday, the evening sun was lighting up the cathedral, a view I grew up with when we lived on the hill.
The bouquet that arrived on Mother’s Day is still looking lovely. 
I. realsied today that there’s a pair of flowers on one of the Fritilaria. I haven’t seen one like it before.
The narcissi in the field behind our garden are fully open and I think I caught a rabbit in the picturewhich I didn’t notice when I took the photo though the field is full of bouncing bunnies.
How did I miss World Poetry Day?

Here is an absolute gem from Brian Bilston to celebrate.
I love the colour of the anemone blanda.
Such a lovely surprise today – Our eldest daughter came to visit – work problems last weekend meant she couldn’t be here for Mother’s Day so she’s been here today, brought lunch and cooked dinner. What a treat to have her company for the day.
It’s good to see the Fritillaria Meleagris, Snake’s Head Fritillary, coming up again.
I called into one of my favourite shops, Cornish Health Store, today to top up my supply of chocolate gingers and was given a delightful freebie of a tiny lemon soap.
Closing the curtains this evening, my lovely Mr S spotted the sliver of moon through the winter tree branches.
We visited friends for a lovely catch-up this morning and took a little garden posy of beautifully scented Viburnum, some Summer Snowflake (Leucojum aestivum), Muscari and Forget-me-nots.
There are some very smart new street signs in town.
It being the vernal equinox and another sunny day we went to watch the sunset. It wasn’t especially spectacular but it was lovely to be out on the cliffs in the evening sunshine. The gorse was particularly golden in the early evening light.
I may have been at this workshop if I hadnt already made plans to be creative this afternoon.
Yesterday I helped make some little clay creatures for a new project being created by my lovely neighbour and today I coloured the ones that were dry enough, ready for tomorrow.

All our lovely white tulips are now blooming.
It’s been crazy weather today, wind, sunshine that actually gave warmth and many, many wild hail showers. I was delighted to watch a horizontal spider’s web outside the kitchen window act as a hammock for hailstones. If you look carefully at the photo, you can make out the strands of web holding the hailstones. 


Our border of primroses is coming on.
The daffodils we bought last Saturday in town are lovely. I usually prefer single blossoms but these doubles are really beautiful. I think we were told that they are Tamar Fire but these seem more delicately coloured than the ones I find online.
This afternoon I listened to a wonderful programme, ArtWorks on BBC radio 4: Lyse Doucet, the BBC’s Chief International Correspondent and regular visitor to Afghanistan, was talking to female Afghan poets about the landay: a 22 syllable Pashtun verse form they create, perform and share to speak of love, sex, war and hardship. There are 9 syllables on the first of the two line poem and 13 on the second. The poems were very moving and the programme is well worth finding on BBC Sounds. 
I made some Fork Cookies this morning, so called because you flatten the ball of dough with the tines of a fork.I then dipped them in dark chocolate. They are scrummy!
Our tub of tulips is flowering already, seems quite early. I’m loving the delicacy of the green and pink bits.
Both the flowers below were presents, the pretty pale pink one from my dear friend and colleague Sharon, lost in 2024 and the deep pink primulas bought for us by LiveWires 5 and 6 who planted them for us in the allotment. We dug them up to bring them home once we gave up our tenancy.
Today the allotment is no longer ours but our fellow allotmenteers from the last few years came to visit Community Roots to hear about no-dig and to learn all about the garden. It was a very damp and fascinating morning which was greatly enjoyed by everyone. Here are some of them after the tour and after having worked in the new orchard.
It’s St David’s Day and here are more daffodils to honour my Welsh heritage. My Mum’s father was Welsh. They really were nodding in the breeze and the rain as I took the video through the window.