The Gallery where I sell my glass, Fannie and Fox, closed throughout the pandemic, is doing a Christmas pop-up for the two weekends before Christmas and today I delivered some pieces to go in the display. My pieces are made with recycled or rescued glass and discarded and re-used bits of jewellery. Some pieces also have precious sea glass.
The lights on our tiny tree in a pot in the garden look gorgeous through the rainy window.
We have two Yew trees in the garden and I want to decorate them like these two we saw online, as Nisse.
The family have been out and about in Falmouth today, shopping for new school shoes and visiting the Maritime Museum where they had great fun. Because they were coming for tea and we have to meet in the garden, I made finger food – hot dogs which are always a favourite. Homemade bread rolls are always satisfying to make and they went down a treat, stuffed with locally made sausages and fried onions.
The pattern on the back of the Gladiolus is lovely.
This photo came my way a few weeks ago and I thought I would share it as it both pleased and amused me.
Post Bird Box
There’s a funny thing! The first time I read this, I read through the three errors and me, an ex-English teacher!
It’s Remembrance Sunday and we went to watch the Parade in which both LiveWires 2 and 3 were taking part. T said it made her feel very important to be in her Cub uniform marching along with everyone.
The start of the Remembrance Day Parade
There are many war poems to choose from. I like the simplicity of this one, Perhaps by Vera Brittain, its honesty and the fact that it applies to the death of anyone dear at any time, not just in wartime. I posted another favourite poem for today here in 2012.
Perhaps, by Vera Brittain
(Dedicated to her fiance Roland Aubrey Leighton, who was killed at the age of 20 by a sniper in 1915, four months after she had accepted his marriage proposal)
Perhaps some day the sun will shine again, And I shall see that still the skies are blue, And feel once more I do not live in vain, Although bereft of You.
Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet Will make the sunny hours of spring seem gay, And I shall find the white May-blossoms sweet, Though You have passed away.
Perhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright, And crimson roses once again be fair, And autumn harvest fields a rich delight, Although You are not there.
Perhaps some day I shall not shrink in pain To see the passing of the dying year, And listen to Christmas songs again, Although You cannot hear.
But though kind Time may many joys renew, There is one greatest joy I shall not know Again, because my heart for loss of You Was broken, long ago.
In a neighbour’s garden, after the solemnity of the morning, these flower pots made us smile.
We’ve been doing some sorting out and came across this mug given to our son by my parents. The surprise when all the milk had been drunk was a delight to see! D loved playing the trick on visiting friends!
We weren’t the only ones enjoying the view at one of the overlooks into Bryce Canyon.
Overlooking Bryce Canyon
Later in our trip we visited The Devils Garden of the Grand Staircase Escalante in south central Utah where there are the most amazing hoodoos to wander between.
Open Studios is on all over Cornwall this week and we made our second visit this afternoon. We both fell in love with a beautiful painting where the colours of the sea have been captured so well in “A Hot Afternoon.” There is one more day to see Pauline Passmore’s lovely work.
By Pauline Passmore
Leaving we were met by this dustbin which made us both smile.
We drove down some beautiful Cornish lanes to get back home.
I met the lovely Mr S for lunch again today. He is working on the boat on Freeman’s Wharf, getting her ready for launch later this month. We met at The Muddy Beach Cafe in Penryn and had a delightful lunch of an excellent Tomato and Roast Pepper Soup with Cheesy Toast and Onion Marmalade!
My lunch
There was a wedding in the cafe yesterday and the place was looking lovely, full of jugs of Spring blooms and bright yellow paper baubles hanging from the ceiling.
Leftover from yesterday’s wedding
The blackboard in the porch always amuses me and today I managed to get a photo.
For Ti.
