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Pots, Boots and A Poem

I collected the ten pots I made on my 5 weeks of throwing classes. These are the six I am most pleased with.

Very good friends are about to become Grandparents again so I have made some Sally-Boots for the new Grandbaby. In the photo they look black and white but are navy and cream. You can see the ones I made for the first Grandchild in this post. I have used the same wool that I used for Ti as you can read in that post. Now I’ve seen them, I like the white bows better so am going to change the ones you can see here.

I love the advice in this poem. I have shared it before but it’s a good reminder for us all.

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A Good Read, Supper and A Poem

After a very busy morning working at Community Roots, I spent the afternoon reading. This is a thoroughly enjoyable saga of life at the time of creating stone circles. I loved the characters, imagining all the places and relationships and the construction details.  I’m not a fan of the style of writing but the power of the story pulls the reader through

Supper was a delicious cheese topped fish pie.

Another poem from the little booklet, Pessimism is for Lightweights by Selena Godden. I think this one is more positive than the last one of hers that I shared. .

 

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A Cornish Lane, Cathedral and A Soup Night Poem

Soup night was wonderful and raised £1,000 for tonight’s good cause.! The following poem was perfect for the night.

Soup by Salena Godden from her collection Pessimism is for Lightweights

 

 
 

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Pink, Glass and A Poem

The wind and rain have beaten down the Hesperantha, sometimes called River Lily, but not destroyed them.

I soldered the glass pieces I showed you the other day and am pleased with the result after so long of not working with the materials.

The following poem by Mary Oliver was new to me. I like it.

 

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Film, Glass and A Poem

Sometime ago, dear friends, on hearing that we had never seen Cinema Paradiso, sent us the dvd. Sadly, our  dvd player was not working so we didn’t see the film for a while. We recently bought a new player and today, being a wild, wet and windy one with an amber storm warning in place, seemed a good afternoon to settle down and watch.
What a very special treat we have been missing!

Thank you, K&A

My morning was happily spent with glass, this time a sun-catcher made from red glass that friends gave me a few years ago, a lovely heart-shaped piece of sea glass sent by a lovely blog friend and an old earring, again, a donation from a friend.  I love making beauty out of love.

Awaiting soldering

My lovely Mr S has been feeding next door’s cats for the last few days and I remembered this charming poem, My Cats by Charles Bukowski.

 

 
 

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Cat, Road Sign and A Poem

Our daughter’s cats love the roof and, last week,  I managed to catch the beautiful Colour Point Long Hair looking up at us.

We drove past this road sign today.

Deciding we needed a poem about cats for today, we both remembered the lovely ‘little cat feet’ poem by Carl Sandburg at the same moment so here it is. Given the foggy starts we have had to recent mornings, it ‘s a good choice.

The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
 
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Posted by on October 14, 2026 in Humour, poetry, Postaday 2026

 

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Raspberries, Topper and A Poem

One last picking of raspberries, enjoyed this evening with meringue and ice-cream.

We see some delightful postbox toppers around. This one, made by crafters in Carnon Downs, is particularly lovely, celebrating 100 years of Winnie the Pooh and his pals.

I hadn’t seen this poem by Mary Oliver before but liked the ideas, especially the reason that birds can fly, and thought you might too.

 
 

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A Poem and Front Gardens

Yesterday was National Poetry Day and I missed it so here, again, is a poem that Brian Bilston once gave me permission to share with you. It seems appropriate still….

We’ve been walking about today and spotting blooms and other stuff, mainly tomatoes, in strangers’ front gardens.

 

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A Poem for our Times

A Poem for our Times

These are the first few verses and the last verse of Adrian Mitchell’s brilliant poem, Human Beings.  Do look at the whole of it here. 

HUMAN BEINGS

                look at your hands
your beautiful useful hands
you’re not an ape
you’re not a parrot
you’re not a slow loris
or a smart missile
you’re human

not british
not american
not israeli
not palestinian
you’re human

not catholic
not protestant
not muslim
not hindu
you’re human
………………………….

        look at all that life
            all that beauty
            you’re human
        they are human
        we are human
    let’s try to be human           
dance!
As a Humanist, this speaks to me very clearly.

 

 
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Posted by on September 24, 2026 in Humanism, Peace, philosophy, poetry, Postaday 2026

 

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Posy, View and A Poem

I visited a friend this afternoon and took a small posy of the last of our sweet-peas. They smelled gorgeous.

The view from W.s flat in Falmouth is absolutely  wonderful, an ever-changing seascape and cloudscape.

Today is the Autumn equinox and the official start of Autumn. The air certainly had that feel both early morning and this evening with some lovely warm sunshine in the middle.

Kim has given me permission to share his poems before but hasn’t seen my message today. I’m hoping permission will be on its way because posting his poem tomorrow won’t be the same…

 

P.S. I was, very kindly,  given permission!  Thanks, Kim.

 

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