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Chicken, Bee, Bug Hotel and An Extract

After a fabulous choir session this afternoon, there were many things to make me smile at the garden centre, first a quirky pottery chicken hiding among some plants.

The place was full of bees and I loved this one with its back end so laden with nectar as it gathered more from a rhododendron.

In the middle of the plant area was a splendid bug hotel which reminded me of one of the poems in Simon Armitage’s new book, ‘Dwell’. In Insect Hotel, he imagines the insects writing their comments in the visitors’ book. Here are a few lines. It’s worth finding the whole poem as it will make you too  smile.

 

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Book Launch at The Lost Gardens of Heligan

The Fox next door is to go to the Lost Gardens when it is complete as it is one of the creatures being honoured  by being written about by our Poet Laureate, Simon Armitage. I was lucky enough to be invited by Sue-next-door to go to the book launch this evening of his new poetry collection, Dwell. It has been a fabulous evening, meeting lots of lovely people, hearing Simon Armitage talk about the project and reading his poems and then meeting him as he signed the two copies I had bought.

 

Two Gifts and A Poem

Our daughter and LiveWire 4 left this afternoon after a brief and lively visit. Behind were left two special gifts made for us – a bracelet in Suffragette colours and a colourful Happy Easter card.
A Facebook friend posted the following poem yesterday and gave me permission to share. I found it very touching and love her play with words, ‘unsocial media,’ the ‘humane humans’ and especially her thanks to all creatives and activists.  The last two lines are a call to us all to remind us that we all rely on each other. Nourish each other, people, nourish!  Thanks to Deasy Bamford for this.
Most days i resist
Unsocial media.
Wishing a more humane human made system
Had manifested.
And then, by chance
Here i am
Seeing the posts
Of the remarkable humans
I have connected with
Over the years.
And I am inspired
Intrigued,
Informed,
Still connected
Through ideas and ideals
Visions for a just world
Achievements and insights.
Thank you all, poets, musicians
Activists, builders, critics, political wranglers, seekers of justice, seekers of wonder,
Like the trees in the forest,
We nourish each other.
 

Benjamin Zephaniah Day and Raindrops

 

Benjamin Zephaniah Day: A Festival of Rhythm, Unity and ...

Benjamin Zephaniah Day, a festival celebrating the life and legacy of the late poet, writer, and activist, will be held on Saturday, April 12, 2025, at Brunel UniversityIt will be a family-friendly event featuring a range of activities, including literary and musical performances, workshops, and showcases. 

To honour this amazing human, here is one of his poems. He wrote funny poems, for children and for adults, and he wrote of his own experiences as here..
We’ve had rain today for the first time in some weeks so it was a joy for the garden and for me being able to take photos of raindrops.
 
 

Balm, Dandelion and Salad Leaves

A poem from Kim Ridgeon turned up this morning, just hit the spot and he kindly gave me permission to share it with you.

Here is one of our own beautiful dandelions and tomorrow I’ll show you the Forget-me-nots.

I brought home some salad plants from Roots months ago when there were some left over after being planted in the poly tunnel. I grew them under plastic covers in the trough under the kitchen window and they’ve kept us going all winter. We’ve just harvested all the leftovers as we want to prepare the bed for new plantings. They are delicious!

Just want to send best wishes and congratulations to all those who took part in the ‘Hands Off!’ protests yesterday.  That was some turnout across the country. You have our support, as much as it can be from so far away.

 

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Freesias and A Poem

The Mother’s Day freesias are filling the room with their perfume.

This poem touched a nerve in me. I hope it works the same magic in you.

 

 
 

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Rainbow, Garden and A Poem

A day of sunshine and showers and a rainbow late in the afternoon just as I was feeling  a little blue after our daughter had just left. It’s been such a lovely few days. Look carefully and you can just see the reflection of the rainbow. It was brighter in the sky than my camera managed to capture.

Our garden has really come alive over the last few days of sunshine. I love the yellows and whites at this time of year.

World Poetry Day is celebrated on 21 March, and was declared by UNESCO in 1999, “with the aim of supporting linguistic diversity through poetic expression and increasing the opportunity for endangered languages to be heard”.

I wanted to find a poem today to make readers smile and remembered this one by Billy Collins  which delighted me many years ago when we went to his poetry reading. On one of our holidays in France we went on an adventure to find the painting in the gallery only to be told it had gone away for cleaning. I was so disappointed. I really wanted to see Goya’s smile and his remarkable hat.

Candle Hat

In most self-portraits it is the face that dominates:
Cezanne is a pair of eyes swimming in brushstrokes,
Van Gogh stares out of a halo of swirling darkness,
Rembrant looks relieved as if he were taking a breather
from painting The Blinding of Sampson.

But in this one Goya stands well back from the mirror
and is seen posed in the clutter of his studio
addressing a canvas tilted back on a tall easel.

He appears to be smiling out at us as if he knew
we would be amused by the extraordinary hat on his head
which is fitted around the brim with candle holders,
a device that allowed him to work into the night.

You can only wonder what it would be like
to be wearing such a chandelier on your head
as if you were a walking into a dining room or concert hall.

But once you see this hat there is no need to read
any biography of Goya or to memorize his dates.

To understand Goya you only have to imagine him
lighting the candles one by one, then placing
the hat on his head, ready for a night of work.

Imagine him surprising his wife with his new invention,
then laughing like a birthday cake when she saw the glow.

Imagine him flickering through the rooms of his house
with all the shadows flying across the walls.

Imagine a lost traveler knocking on his door
one dark night in the hill country of Spain.
“Come in, ” he would say, “I was just painting myself,”
as he stood in the doorway holding up the wand of a brush,
illuminated in the blaze of his famous candle hat.

 

I just love the whole picture painted by the poet so that it all happens in your mind’s eye and you smile and feel the delight of himself and his wife ‘laughing like a birthday cake.’

 

 

 

 

 

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Small Kindnesses, Gool Peran Lowen and A Mural

I first read this poem in October 2023 and the poet, Danusha Laméris , kindly gave me permission to use it then. Here it is again, and, I feel, needed even more now as we support each other through these very difficult times.

Happy St Piran’s day to all those around the world who love our bit of the UK!

Daffodils for St Piran’s Day

The new mural in town was ‘opened’ on Saturday when we held our St Piran celebrations.

 

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New Moon, Soup and Hope

Last night my lovely Mr S spotted the tiniest sliver of the new moon, above it Venus and below a richly red sunset sky and I caught the photo with the better of my two cameras.

Friends came for soupy lunch today before we went together to see the live streaming of Macbeth by the Donmar Warehouse. It was absolutely brilliant! Catch it if you can.

Leek and Potato Soup with some of the last leeks from our allotment.

Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer gave me permission some time ago to post her lovely poems as long as I credit her properly. This one seems so particularly apt after the last few days.

Hope by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer University of Arizona Poetry Center. Thank you for this one.

 

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Another Love Poem and Daffodils

Yesterday I shared one of my favourite love poems.  Later I read this one which I like very much.  It describes so clearly what happened when my Lovely Mr S and I met across a crowded room 58 years ago!

What I Didn’t Know Before by Ada Limón

“The best *love* poems don’t describe love or swoon for it but help it grow, right there on the page. They can be deceptively simple narratives that leave us readers paused, surprised.”

Unpacking Ada Limón’s “What I Didn’t Know Before” by Stacey Balkun
https://poetry.arizona.edu/…/ada-limon-what-i-didnt…

For Vanessa with love

 
 

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