Only one of my Hyacinths has flowered properly. The others have rotted in the middle of the flower.This has happened before but in the past generally, I have been very successful with the old glasses. This blue one smells divine.
One of my Sun-catchers went to a dear friend’s Mum for Christmas and this lovely photo of it against winter trees arrived yesterday.
A poem for you – Blue Winter by Robert Francis
We had coffee in Waterstones this morning and on leaving, the cover on a little book all about the Wren caught the eye of the Lovely Mr S. I couldn’t leave it in the store! I started reading it this afternoon and it is a delight.
Walking past The Mansion House in Truro we were both very taken with the Camellia in full bloom.
In the Pannier Market, hanging above our heads, was one of the lovely lanterns from the Truro City of Lights Parade 2019. They are always so beautifully crafted.
All the bird books came out this morning as all the artists at Fannie and Fox have been asked to consider making a Wren in their chosen medium for the next exhibition. Between us, Mr S and I came up with the design and so I cut, foiled and soldered. The came another challenge, how to incorporate some discarded jewellery as I do on every piece. I found a tiny black bead for the eye and the lovely Mr S suggested earring hooks for the feet. Here is my little wren which we are both delighted with. It is life size, about 9 cms.
We packed up D’s djembe yesterday and I missed the beautiful padded jacket that it has.
We went to see the sunset at the North Coast this evening but, while quite dramatic, it wasn’t a patch on last night’s beauty.That’s Godrevy Lighthouse on the little island left of centre.
We are packing up D’s drums to send to him. This is a beautiful sounding Djembe made by D himself after learning how to do so when living in Senegal.
Driving to choir tonight, I just had to pull into a lay-by to take a photo of the sky on fire.
For the Christmas cabaret, the basses made a puppet of our leader, Claire, to everyone’s amusement. 
Our Suffragette garden is waking up – the White Primroses are looking beautiful.
We are just back from a special screening of the film 2040 in which award-winning director Damon Gameau embarks on journey to explore what the future would look like by the year 2040 if we simply embraced the best solutions already available to us to improve our planet and shifted them into the mainstream. It was, as a friend said, both galvanising and uplifting. Do see it if you can.
We are out for dinner with friends tonight and I have made a small glass gift to take, a sailing boat with a silver fish from a donated earring. 
I loved my Thesaurus as I was growing up, given to me when I was, I think, nine years old and it stayed by my side for many years. In due course, it fell apart and I was given a shiny new copy. Today is Thesaurus Day which commemorates the birth of Peter Mark Roget, born on this day in 1779 and author of Roget’s Thesaurus. Here’s a poem to celebrate. It’s called ‘Roger’s Thesaurus’ and it is by Brian Bilston who published it on Twitter this morning.
I have given away our beautiful Dinosaur Muffin tin as our LiveWires have grown out of their Dinosaur phase. It has gone to a very good home.
I found our first Snowdrops in the garden this morning.
The white Cyclamen are doing well despite the rain and the wind.
I love this take on a well known prayer, giving thanks to Mother Nature. It’s from Rebecca Solnit, an American writer who has written on a variety of subjects, including feminism, the environment and politics.
Our mother who art underfoot,
hallowed be thy names,
thy seasons come, thy will be done,
within us as around us,
thank you for our daily bread, our water, our air, and our lives and so much beauty;
lead us not into selfish craving and the destructions that are the hungers of the glutted,
but deliver us from wanton consumption
of thy vast but finite bounty,
for thine is the only sphere of life we know,
and the power and the glory, forever and ever, amen
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