Such a beautiful day with bright sun and the bluest of skies so we went to the beach and one of our Hooligan friends came with us.
Toddler in wellies in the waves, Porthtowan, Wheal Coates on the cliffs
One of our young Hooligan Art Community friends has been back to Kyiv in between her visits here and she brought us all gifts of pins. Mine means Freedom and Will and joins my Ukrainian flag on my bag. The lovely Mr S has the military roadblock being used to stop Russian tanks and Sue-next-door has the word for bread (palianytsia) , a word that Russians can’t say so it is used to establish nationality.
Many craftivists have been busy making items to mark Armistice Day. Along our street there is a new post box topper.
In a nearby village, Carnon Downs, there is the most amazing display. It has, in the Main Street, purple poppies to mark the animals lost in war, traditional red poppies to mark the fallen soldiers and a few white ones.
We wear white poppies. They are to mark all those lost to war, past and ongoing, those who were fighting and the civilians caught up in war. Benjamin Zephaniah explains it beautifully.
I’ve been working on glass all day as it is time for angels to be made. I’m using blue and yellow glass and making Angels for Ukraine. I’ve cut six, filed and cleaned all six, foiled just one and begun to choose the recycled, often given to me by friends, bits of jewellery to decorate them.
A walk on the beach by the sea, on an earring given to me by C.
With recycled beads looking like a sunflower
Beautiful autumnal colours are appearing in the trees.
I found this poem today and it seemed right, being about singing and for peace.
Some time ago I found this poem, “First Day of War” by Ludmila Khersonsky, that was published in The New Yorker, and it has come back into my head as we prepare to welcome some young Ukrainians into our home. They are part of a theatre group who will be performing in Redruth at the end of next week. They are from Kyiv and need some rest and recuperation before they get into rehearsals and performances so we are going to show them some of the beauty of Cornwall and of our everyday lives.
Yesterday, friends at choir said they had eggs if we would like them. Fresh eggs? Of course! I had no idea they were so beautiful until I opened the box to put them on the egg rack. The paler ones are the loveliest pale blue that isn’t showing too well..
Regular readers will know how I love the knitted post box toppers that turn up on Facebook from time to time. This time, one turned up on our road! It has been made by Jessica and is an absolute delight – Cup Cake Tea.