Singing at the Zed Shed where this vision of peace greets us in the morning, is very soul restoring.
Choir this morning have recorded a short piece for the ShelterBox Auction. The top bidder for us will win an hour’s concert! Here is a YouTube video for you of The Suitcase Singers singing Anne Glanville
When our Ukrainians were with us, I contacted Spotlight South West to encourage them to see the show and do interviews with the Hooligan Art Community. Here is the interview for you to see. It takes a while to load.
We’ve been out and it’s very late so please call back tomorrow for photos and words. 🙂
That was a very busy day. First we went to help paint the old Redruth Library which has been abandoned for sometime but is now undergoing change. It is to become a community space for The Writers’ Block, for creativity, for story telling and writing workshops, for drama and performance. A call was put out for volunteers to help paint the first story telling room so off we went. The pictures tell the start of the restoration of this room, preparation and starting to paint. I did work as well as taking photos! Permission was given for all photos to be shared.
Scraping
Scraping
Preparing
Father and daughter painting
Mother and daughter painting
Wonderful colour was to be found at the National Dahlia Collection where we went late afternoon.
My favourite with a bee
5′ tall!
Display
The garden
The compost heap
The best was yet to come. We went to St Ives to see the wonderful Peggy Seeger. What a woman she is, still performing at 87, still the fierce feminist and activist. She was supported by her singer songwriter son, Neil and their last song which she said was her goodbye to us all, was her beloved Ewan MacColl’s goodbye to her and his family, “The Joy of Living.” I suspect there were few dry eyes in the house.
I bought a tea towel from her ‘merch’ table – I already had the other stuff!
Just before we started our singing this morning, I spent a few minutes looking along the river.
After singing this beauty came along.
A friend of the choir is getting married at the weekend but we can’t all be there so we sang ‘This Love Will Carry’ for him and his bride. It starts with the sops, the altos come in , then the tenors (inc me) and lastly the basses until the whole choir is singing and sending love to the happy couple.
Enjoy the gallery, photos taken by the lovely Mr S. Click on any photo for the caption and to enlarge. We all certainly enjoyed singing in one of the most beautiful places in the world, Rowena Wade’s Minack Theatre.
Last Monday, at choir, was our first singing of this beautiful song learnt from a video by Anni Zylstra. It’s a Ukrainian blessing meaning, ‘Many Years’ or the implied meaning “wishing you many years of life” – a traditional Ukrainian celebratory song and is sung at weddings, namings and other celebrations. We sing it here in solidarity with the people of Ukraine.
We still, just, have white tulips.
Our edible trough has lots of seeds planted and, so far, just a few edible flowers which I like to use on cakes and in salads.
We made a birthday bouquet from our garden for a friend who shares her birthday with Shakespeare.
A week or so ago my choir recorded a beautiful piece to be played at a funeral of a Mum who had been one of our stalwarts in the audience. It is such a lovely piece I thought you might like to hear it here – The Shoshone Love Song. Please press play even thought it seems to show 00.00. It does play! This is for Helen.
Supper tonight was delicious – a new recipe for Cod and Chorizo Stew.
There are daffodils alongside the roadside all over the place in Cornwall now but it is hard to catch a photo from a moving car so here are some we bought from the local greengrocer.
I just love this shawl. What a clever crocheter!
Here is the singing I promised nearly a week ago . I hope you enjoy it.
On this day in 2004, my dear Dad died in St John’s Hospice where he had been beautifully cared for since the start of December. My favourite perfume is vanilla and I have been wearing it for 40+ years. One of the last things my lovely Dad said to me on this, his last day with us, was, “I’d love some of that vanilla ice-cream please,” as I leaned over to kiss him. He was a very special man. He chose ‘Joe Hill’ sung by Paul Robeson for his funeral and I play it every year on this date in his memory.
