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Breakfast, Two Love Poems and Bliss

I send love to all my Readers on this Valentine’s Day. May your day be full of grace, peace, love and fun. Our breakfast set the tone for the day.

French toast hearts with blueberries, creme fraiche and Maple syrup

I couldn’t choose today between these two favourites so an e e Cummings for you which have we both loved for the 52 and a bit years we have been together and one from Wendy Cope

I carry your heart

To My Husband by Wendy Cope

In face, today was a day I was not looking forward to as I was to go to St Michael’s Hospital for steroid injections in both ankles in a bid to wipe out the arthritic pain. ¬†I could not have been better looked after by each member of staff I came across, cared for with grace, made to feel peaceful and sharing fun! It was strange to be in the operating theatre fully awake, but being so, I could enjoy, honestly, the banter and the care that I was receiving. Our NHS staff are remarkable. A special note of thanks to Amy. ūüôā

It was not the most comfortable procedure but I have walked out in a state of bliss being completely pain free until the local anaesthetic wears off! I’ve walked up the hill in our little town and up and down stairs many times and cannot stop smiling! I have been told to make the best of the next few hours and to be prepared for some discomfort later but we will be able to enjoy our Valentine’s dinner.

Here are my feet, all prepped, just before I was taken down!

Blue suede shoes – not quite!

 

 

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Delivery Day, Angels and Snoods

Today I took all the baby hats to the wool shop and was delighted to hear that the Midwife from Treliske Hospital will be collecting all the little hats at the end of the week. We also delivered our two goody packed boxes to one of the Cornwall Christmas box collection points. The idea is to fill them with food for a family for Christmas dinner plus some treats.

Ready for delivery

I hung some angels today and loved that they seem to be flying. Thanks, A!

Paper angels

When we were in Truro on Saturday, I took two snoods hoping to find the two Big Issue people that we buy from and talk to. They were both delighted to be given a Christmas present – one will be kept by S; the other is to be passed on to someone who needs it more………..

Warm hand-made snoods

 

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Azalea, Kindness and John Agard

The shocking pink of an Azalea caught my eye on my way up from town.

Pink Azalea

At singing tonight, I loved the display in the corridor of the Primary School.

Kindness

In honour of the rainbow I saw the other day, a delightful poem by John Agard for you. Read it out loud to yourself to get the full effect.

 

 

RAINBOW

When you see

de rainbow

you know

God know

wha he doing ‚Äď

one big smile

across the sky ‚Äď

I tell you

God got style

the man got style

~

When you see

raincloud pass

and de rainbow

make a show

I tell you

is God doing

limbo

the man doing

limbo

~

But sometimes

you know

when I see

de rainbow

so full of glow

& curving

like she bearing child

I does want know

if God

ain’t a woman

~

If that is so

The woman got style

man she got style

6th anniversary of writing my blog

 
 

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Cornish Lane, Wooden Cat and John Keats

I love our Cornish lanes with gnarled old trees which form a tunnel over the lane.

Cornish lane

For many years we have had a small wooden cat, bought when we no longer had our cats having given them to our daughter so that they could live in the countryside and we, just retired, could go on holidays without having to find cat-sitters. ¬†He has been sitting in our hall since we came back to Cornwall almost ten years ago. ¬†Last week, one of our dear friends had to say goodbye to her much-loved cat, Bussie, and wondered if anyone had a small cat ornament that she would put in her rather special beach garden. We both felt that it was time for our lovely wooden cat to be passed on to Sue who is absolutely delighted and has painted him in Bussie’s colouring already and he now sits in the beach garden. It has been lovely for us to do something so simple to make our friend so happy.

Bussie, the wooden replica, from us to Sue

For some reason that I cannot fathom, thinking about cats put me in mind of John Keats’ Ode on a Grecian Urn, another poem, one verse of which we had to learn by heart many years ago. In groups then and in unison, ¬†we had to recite our verse and others recited the other verses. It was not a favourite then but maybe the last two lines lodged in my brain all those years ago.

Ode on a Grecian Urn

Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,¬†
       Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, 
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express 
       A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: 
What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shape¬†
       Of deities or mortals, or of both, 
               In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? 
       What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? 
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? 
               What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy? 
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard 
       Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; 
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d,¬†
       Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: 
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave 
       Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; 
               Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, 
Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; 
       She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, 
               For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! 
Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed 
         Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; 
And, happy melodist, unwearied, 
         For ever piping songs for ever new; 
More happy love! more happy, happy love! 
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†For ever warm and still to be enjoy’d,¬†
                For ever panting, and for ever young; 
All breathing human passion far above, 
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy’d,¬†
                A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. 
Who are these coming to the sacrifice? 
         To what green altar, O mysterious priest, 
Lead’st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,¬†
         And all her silken flanks with garlands drest? 
What little town by river or sea shore, 
         Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, 
                Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn? 
And, little town, thy streets for evermore 
         Will silent be; and not a soul to tell 
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Why thou art desolate, can e’er return.¬†
O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede 
         Of marble men and maidens overwrought, 
With forest branches and the trodden weed; 
         Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought 
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! 
         When old age shall this generation waste, 
                Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe 
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say’st,¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†“Beauty is truth, truth beauty,‚ÄĒthat is all¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”
 

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Meringue, Golden Yolks and Kindness

I’ve had fun this afternoon baking for tomorrow. I love how a meringue mix becomes so thick and glossy starting from egg whites!

Meringue magic

The yolks are gorgeous.

Six egg yolks

Kindness is still the most important characteristic for any human being.

Be kind……. and love

 
 

Rabbit, Sleeping Baby and Hide and Seek

All the LiveWires have been together today having fun! We love watching them playing so beautifully together.

Rabbit on the line

Sleeping Grandbaby

Just jumped out of the bushes!

 
 

Kindness of Strangers, Armandii and Gladioli

In fact the strangers today were us. As we were leaving a car park in Truro, a young woman with two children in the car – her father’s – drove in and forgot that there was a top box on the car. The box became wedged under the barrier and she could move neither forward nor backwards. The lovely Mr S tried various ways to free the car and eventually went to a nearby hardware store to borrow a crowbar. He discovered that they keep one under the counter especially for such ¬†an emergency. The older boy, about 12 years old, was distraught and allowed me to hug and reassure him while the car was being freed. The younger boy, about 8, thought it all a great adventure though they were both disturbed that so many people seemed to find their plight funny. Some 45 minutes later, they were able to drive away, albeit with a broken top box, waving madly and grinning at us both with relief.

Our Clematis Armandii is in bloom. It is supposed to flower in February/ March. It is cold and very not-summery but not really that cold!

Armandii blossom

Our dramatic Flame Gladioli makes us both smile, here with Verbena Bonariensis and daisies. Look carefully and you will spot a few nearly ripe Blackberries.

Flame Gladioli

 
 

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