I am delighted with the wall of sweet peas we have grown to hide the shed and potting shelves. The mix of Sweet Peas, Verbena Bonariensis and Love-in-a-Mist has been delightful, both colourful and scented.
I love how the Crinodendron keeps producing flowers even though there are seeds aplenty all over.
My friend Kim Ridgeon has penned the following beautiful poem. Read it aloud to feel how the carefully crafted words slow you down so that the meaning of the poem is enhanced and peace settles all around you.
These are the words of our Mayor, Deborah Reeve -“Probably one of the most surreal experiences of the last 3 years. On Redruth Station at 5.00am to lay a wreath on the Poppy Train during a pandemic.” How lovely that GWR are collecting poppies from lots of stations in Cornwall to take up to London for Armistice Day.
Here’s a Poppy from our garden and a white Poppy for Peace to mark the day.
A beautiful card arrived today from a very lovely and dear friend, expressing her concern about my ankles – a typically kind and lovely thing to do. Thank you, T.
Usually I would be part of a choir singing as one of many in Truro to mark International Peace Day. Today the peace is to be in my heart and in my wishes for everyone to find peace in these strange and difficult times. Love to all my Dear Readers.
For years we have wondered about having somewhere to commemorate my Mum and Dad and have thought that a bench near Gwennap Church where Dad found his inspiration for his best seller, “Jeremy Visick” would be just perfect. The stream that runs by is mentioned in the story too and the place really is special to all the family. Today, with the blessing of the Vicar, we met the Church warden to discuss how this can happen and where to site the bench – just to the right of the one that is there already. So delighted that this project is finally going to happen. I’ll keep you informed as things progress.
A friend sent a message today to say that in her clearing out she has found some single earrings and can I use them in my glass projects? Yes, I can! I’ve left a little bunch of sweet peas on the doorstep in exchange.
The following words seem right in these strange and discombobulating times. I have posted them before, some four years ago.
Here is this month’s chart from Action for Happiness. If you’d like a bigger copy here is the link
We spent a lovely, peaceful couple of hours with dear friends this morning by the pond which they have very recently made. The wildlife which has turned up so quickly is remarkable, Water Beetles, Water Boatmen, Dragonflies (who have mated and laid eggs!) and Swallows diving to get a quick drink – so regenerative of lockdown spirits.
Regular readers may remember that just before lockdown we were among a crowd who turned up to help plant 800 young trees. Here is the forest we planted then and the one we helped to plant about 6 years ago.
It’s Remembrance Sunday and we went to watch the Parade in which both LiveWires 2 and 3 were taking part. T said it made her feel very important to be in her Cub uniform marching along with everyone.
The start of the Remembrance Day Parade
There are many war poems to choose from. I like the simplicity of this one, Perhaps by Vera Brittain, its honesty and the fact that it applies to the death of anyone dear at any time, not just in wartime. I posted another favourite poem for today here in 2012.
Perhaps, by Vera Brittain
(Dedicated to her fiance Roland Aubrey Leighton, who was killed at the age of 20 by a sniper in 1915, four months after she had accepted his marriage proposal)
Perhaps some day the sun will shine again, And I shall see that still the skies are blue, And feel once more I do not live in vain, Although bereft of You.
Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet Will make the sunny hours of spring seem gay, And I shall find the white May-blossoms sweet, Though You have passed away.
Perhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright, And crimson roses once again be fair, And autumn harvest fields a rich delight, Although You are not there.
Perhaps some day I shall not shrink in pain To see the passing of the dying year, And listen to Christmas songs again, Although You cannot hear.
But though kind Time may many joys renew, There is one greatest joy I shall not know Again, because my heart for loss of You Was broken, long ago.
In a neighbour’s garden, after the solemnity of the morning, these flower pots made us smile.
Today I have made my first Christmas angel of the season out of Victorian window glass and some pretty beads I picked up while away.This afternoon we have been blackberry picking and got caught in a drenching storm and this afternoon ……..
Water rushing down the hill
….. I have made a blackberry cake, Thomasina Miers’ Spiced Blackberry and Brown Sugar Crumble Cake and so – we are home! More about our adventures in later posts.
We’ve been in St Ives today for the Pages of the Sea event initiated by Danny Boyle to commemorate 100 years since the Armistice was signed and WW1 came to an end. It was one of thirty such events on beaches around Britain today. My choir was singing. Several of us wore white poppies which symbolise two important things. The white poppy is to remember ALL the dead, those of all nationalities caught up in the horror of war as soldiers or civilians and to show our commitment to working for Peace.
St Ives when we arrived
Flowers left at low tide to be taken as the tide came in
The sand art at Porthmeor, courtesy of WildWorks. Captain Edward ‘Teddy’ Hain (15 August 1887 – 11 November 1915)
Waiting for the tide to wash away the image of the soldier
Being washed away by the incoming tide
One of the soldiers being remembered today and, on the back, a beautiful and very moving poem written for today by Carol Ann Duffy
St Ives as we were leaving
Other beaches in Cornwall had sand drawings of soldiers too.
Lieutenant Richard Charles Graves-Sawle. On Porthcurno Beach