Category Archives: Postaday 2019
1. I have planted up the Boody Garden trough this week. In the dialect of 19th century Northumberland, ‘boody’ referred to broken china. I discovered this at Tate Britain a few years ago when we went to the exhibition of folk art. Now I have a name for my little garden where my favourite broken pottery is saved. There is a beautiful old serving plate, part of a coffee cup which was the last of a set given to my Mum on her retirement from teaching deaf children at Roskear School in Camborne, a piece of terracotta from a much loved and used bread crock, handles from a beautiful piece of Jane Hamlyn pottery and a fine china beaker that I sadly broke recently. Mum’s lovely owl tea-pot has found a home here too. The two big pieces are a pot from Jane Hamlyn which I balance against the Cornish hedge as if the ferns are growing out of them. I just love it, my ‘boody’ garden!
6. Working in the garden – not really garden related but it is what we have been working on all day in the garden in the sunshine. Yesterday I bought a Victorian window with red and blue glass and we have been carefully cutting away the putty so that I can use the glass for my other passion, working with stained glass.
For other fascinating garden related posts from all over the world, pop over to The Propagator, the instigator of Six on Saturday.
I love the bell tower on Tresillian Church.
What glorious glass – blue, red and patterned, for my projects! It’s much brighter than it looks here. Now it won’t only be the up-cycled jewellery but the glass is being up-cycled too – so excited. I hope cutting it isn’t any harder than the usual cutting. Roll on Saturday to take the glass out of the frame….. I can hardly wait!
The other day visiting friends, I tried to capture the movement of the grass in the wind.
I collected some prettiness from our garden to make a small bouquet to take to our Dear friend, Ti. In it there was a branch of Crinodendron Hookerarium, some Clematis Montana, two kinds of Pittosporum, some beautifully scented Choisya Ternata Apple Blossom and a few Spanish Bluebells.
Kaja loved walking there with us, almost disappearing in the long grass.
As I am just finishing writing this evening, Radio 4 has just told me that it is International Dylan Thomas Day. I love the works of this amazing poet who died far too young. If you put his name into my search bar you will find many posts with his poems. His book, “Deaths and Entrances” was my first introduction to his poems, bought for me when I was about 11 years old.
‘A Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London’ touched me then and still does. It is not as harsh as it sounds. He seems to be asking why one death should be mourned more than another. We are all of equal value.
Never until the mankind making Bird beast and flower Fathering and all humbling darkness Tells with silence the last light breaking And the still hour Is come of the sea tumbling in harness And I must enter again the round Zion of the water bead And the synagogue of the ear of corn Shall I let pray the shadow of a sound Or sow my salt seed In the least valley of sackcloth to mourn The majesty and burning of the child’s death. I shall not murder The mankind of her going with a grave truth Nor blaspheme down the stations of the breath With any further Elegy of innocence and youth. Deep with the first dead lies London’s daughter, Robed in the long friends, The grains beyond age, the dark veins of her mother, Secret by the unmourning water Of the riding Thames. After the first death, there is no other.
The post brought me some new colours of glass nuggets – sea colours and red. I’m looking forward to getting back to my glass work after several days of sorting out Mum’s 500 thimbles and their individual catalogue cards. It has been lovely being immersed in family history as each card told of when and where the thimble was bought or who gave it as a gift as well as the material it was made of and sometimes the value. They are now boxed up and ready to go.
This beautiful Cistus is in a neighbour’s garden and is very dramatic.