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Bunk Bedding, A Sculpture and A Poem

I love getting the beds ready for LiveWire visits! As I write they are on the train and will be here soon and the bunk beds are ready with their favourite bedding.

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Our neighbours are sculptors and quite often build something in the garden before it goes off to its new home. Here are the legs of the next big thing! Check out their website http://www.peteandsuehill.co.uk/ to find out who these enormous legs are going to belong to!

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Today’s  poem is by Fleur Adcock and is in Poem for the Day Two for February 10th. I love the lines “your gentleness  is moulded still by words/from me”  What a responsibility we have to the world to teach our children to be kind and gentle.

For a Five-Year-Old

by Fleur Adcock

A snail is climbing up the window-sill
into your room, after a night of rain.
You call me in to see and I explain
that it would be unkind to leave it there:
it might crawl to the floor; we must take care
that no one squashes it. You understand,
and carry it outside, with careful hand,
to eat a daffodil.

I see, then, that a kind of faith prevails:
your gentleness is moulded still by words
from me, who have trapped mice and shot wild birds,
from me, who drowned your kittens, who betrayed
your closest relatives and who purveyed
the harshest kind of truth to many another,
But that is how things are: I am your mother,
And we are kind to snails.

 

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Grandparents, Research and Kindness

Being a Grandparent is a very special privilege. Thanks to a lovely friend also lucky enough to have the privilege for sending me this alphabet. grandparents-from-hilary

I have spent much of this week researching and writing for our project, Until the Day Break, and there are no photos to be had today.14708352_187894228323675_6685479087297589056_n I am still in conversation with WordPress.Ah, kindness

 
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Posted by on January 26, 2017 in Beauty, Grandchildren, Kindness, Words

 

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A Funeral, A Verse and An Owl and A Pussycat

Eleven members of my choirs did something beautiful today – we sang at the funeral of a stranger and we made a family’s day a little easier. Our choir leader had been approached by the daughter and those of us who were free at short notice went to our local Church, St Euny, to sing three of O’s favourite hymns – How Great Thou Art,  The Lord is My Shepherd and Abide With Me.  It was a random act of kindness that I was very pleased to be a part of.

One of the verses of How Great Thou Art really appealed to me and I give it to you here:

When through the woods,
and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing
sweetly in the trees.
When I look down,
from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook,
and feel the gentle breeze,
Then sings my soul.

This afternoon we went to one of many local meetings called to ‘save’ our NHS. It was held in the Maritime Museum and in the foyer as we left, this delightful pair in their ‘beautiful pea green boat’ lifted our spirits.dscn9283

This post is especially for my very dear friend and singing mentor J, with much love.

 

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Flowers, Chicken and Tree of Life

We came home last night to find that our Hyacinths, planted for my birthday, had indeed flowered then and are still looking lovely along with the Christmas Cactus.dscn0393

One of our Christmas presents, opened in London last weekend, was this delightful glass chicken made by Danielle Hopkinson. It amused us to put it on our lovely wooden egg keeper along with the eggs! Thanks L, T and B.

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We opened another Christmas present today too, a beautiful intricate carving of The Tree of Life which is now on our kitchen wall. Thanks V and P.dscn0400

Yet another parcel was waiting for us when we arrived home last night and I will show you the beautiful contents tomorrow. Thanks P and J.

 
 

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Happy New Year To You All and A Poem


Thanks to Shelagh in Vermont for introducing me to this perfect poem for today, New Year Poem by May Sarton.

Let us step outside for a moment

As the sun breaks through clouds

And shines on wet new fallen snow,

And breathe the new air.

So much has died that had to die this year.
We are dying away from things.

It is a necessity—we have to do it

Or we shall be buried under the magazines,

The too many clothes, the too much food.

We have dragged it all around

Like dung beetles

Who drag piles of dung

Behind them on which to feed,

In which to lay their eggs.
Let us step outside for a moment

Among ocean, clouds, a white field,

Islands floating in the distance.

They have always been there.

But we have not been there.
We are going to drive slowly
And see the small poor farms,

The lovely shapes of leafless trees

Their shadows blue on the snow.

We are going to learn the sharp edge

Of perception after a day’s fast.
There is nothing to fear.

About this revolution…

Though it will change our minds.

Aggression, violence, machismo

Are fading from us

Like old photographs

Faintly ridiculous

(Did a man actually step like a goose

To instill fear?

Does a boy have to kill

To become a man?)
Already there are signs.

Young people plant gardens.

Fathers change their babies’ diapers

And are learning to cook.
Let us step outside for a moment.

It is all there

Only we have been slow to arrive

At a way of seeing it.

Unless the gentle inherit the earth

There will be no earth.

 
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Posted by on January 1, 2017 in Beauty, Kindness

 

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Baby Aubergines, Kindness and Cake

I couldn’t resist buying some of these little beauties this morning. Now to find a recipe. Any ideas?

A friend posted the following this morning and I borrowed it for here – such important advice.

I’ve used a new recipe this afternoon to make a delicious sounding gluten free cake, Clementine, Mincemeat and  Almond Cake, for a Bring and Share supper tomorrow. I’ll post the recipe soon.

 
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Posted by on December 2, 2016 in Beauty, Food, Kindness

 

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 Yellow, Kindness and A Moody Sky

On the allotments yesterday I found a yellow flower, bright in the gloom.

I’ve been busy most of the day finishing off knitting for the Grandbabies, sewing in ends and sewing on buttons so haven’t been out far. Inspired by Don, here is a moody sky that I took from the train window on the way home last week.

Above all, be kind. We don’t always know what those around us are truly feeling, what their day has been like or if they are hurting behind their smiles and their saying, “I’m fine.”

 
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Posted by on November 28, 2016 in art, Beauty, Kindness

 

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