The lovely Mr S took this photo for me while I was still sleeping this morning.
It’s the first of the month already so here is December’s Action for Happiness calendar, Be Kind to others and to yourself. If you’d like a bigger version go to their site on this link.
On the way home from singing this morning, I joined a queue of traffic, held up by cattle crossing the road on the A393. If you look really closely, you’ll see the back of one of the Jersey cows crossing the road.
After a morning at Community Roots, I spent this afternoon at St Michael’s Hospital in Hayle where I have had bilateral subtalar and ankle steroid injections to combat the arthritic pain. The injections are uncomfortable to have done but in the past have given me relief for about 6 months so are very well worth it. The staff are wonderful – kind and understanding, friendly, efficient and can’t do enough to make the patients feel good about their treatment. In this photo, with prepared ankles, I am about to go to the treatment room where the injections are done with x-ray guidance, Thank you to everyone. Tea and biscuits afterwards were greatly appreciated too! Our NHS is wonderful and we support them all in their strike actions.
The Shetland pony has returned to the field just behind us.
The other day I asked the poet, Brian Bilston, if I could use his poem, Selected Haiku, on my blog and he kindly said that I could so here it is. It made me laugh and I hope will make some of my readers smile too. I know that some of my ex-pupils are readers here and hope they will remember our attempts at Haiku in the classroom.
A wonderful day was had by all – walking on Chapelporth Beach, cave exploring, swimming for the brave, and general rejuvenation of the spirit.
The director’s nephew and niece visited too
The lovely people at the Chapelporth Beach Cafe very kindly treated our Ukrainian friends to a delicious lunch of Croques Monsieur followed by the inimitable and scrumptious ice cream, Robin’s Hedgehog. If you have never had one of these wicked treats, they are made up of Cornish ice cream slathered in Cornish cream and dipped in roasted hazlenuts. You can see by their faces how much these were appreciated.
Our farewell party was full of good company, a wonderful shared feast, lots of wine and even more singing. Our Ukrainians sang for us and we for them and together we all sang ‘You Are My Sunshine’ which they had learned last week when they visited my choir. That, and the last twelve days, have filled us all with love and beautiful memories.
Claire learning correct pronounciation of a Ukrainian song that we sing at choir
Last time we visited our lovely 103 year old friend she asked where my love of elephants had begun. I said my Daddy reading Rudyard Kipling’s story of How the Elephant Got His Trunk might well be part of it. Later that evening I remembered Horton the Elephant, a book by Dr Seuss first published in 1940 which formed an important part of story time when I was little. Not having a copy any longer, I bought a used one from Ebay and it was delivered today. I realise that some of my personal philosophy also came from Horton – to be kind, to be true to my word and, with our children and with those I taught, that I only said what I meant.
“I meant what I said And I said what I meant….”
The low Autumn sun made a shadow on the ceiling of the glass heart that we have hanging in our front window. I made it in March to show love and support for Ukraine.
We’ve had a quiet afternoon and I finished off the baby rug for the Grandbaby of a friend, in fact the new daughter of the young couple whose wedding ceremony I performed at the beach last year.
For one reason and another, we haven’t been blackberrying yet this year so resolved to go today whatever the weather. Luckily it was a bright and cool Autumn day and there were still lots to be had. The sea on the horizon was truly blue today.
A friend from choir very kindly brought some beautiful apples from her prolific tree to share with us all so I am using those along with our blackberries to make an almost free Blackberry and Apple Crumble.
I’ve cut lots of Aquilegea to bring into the house.
Our strawberries at the lottie are being to colour.
My dear friend Angie died at the end of last year and her dear daughters have sent me her silver elephant ring. Angie and I both loved elephants for their special qualities of never forgetting and for taking such good care of each other. Now I am wearing the ring with love in my heart for our very special friendship and for the lovely daughters she raised. You can read more about her and what she meant to me if you click on the red link..
Bees, wasps, flies and many other little creatures act as pollinators and are responsible for much of our food. I learned at our allotment talk on Sunday that bees have four wings and flies only two. To me this looks like a bee but it appears to have only two wings…….
Our Nelly Mosers are blooming.
Brian Bilston, a poet I admire greatly, has, very generously, given his permission for me to post this gem here for you, Dear Readers.
I came home from choir this afternoon to find a lovely old cake tin on the doorstep, full of freshly baked cheese scones! There was also some arnica balm for Mr S – what thoughtful and welcome gifts – but who left them there? We are wondering who our guardian angel might be. We’d love to say thank you properly…..
I managed to find some time for the first time in six weeks to work on my glass. I cut these two and will copper foil them tomorrow.
P.S. Thank you N, the scones are truly delicious. 🙂
Opening the door this morning I found that the egg-man had been!
Thank you M.
I found an hour to go to the allotment this afternoon as the sun was shining and actually warm on my back. I was there to do some weeding, general tidying and to cut down the very successful green manure we have had in three beds. I was delighted to find my lovely Tete a Tete looking lovely and near them a kind fellow allotmenteer had left us some tiny strawberry plants.
We don’t like Chard to eat but I love the colours in the sunshine – on someone else’s plot.