Our Suffragette garden is waking up – the White Primroses are looking beautiful.We are just back from a special screening of the film 2040 in which award-winning director Damon Gameau embarks on journey to explore what the future would look like by the year 2040 if we simply embraced the best solutions already available to us to improve our planet and shifted them into the mainstream. It was, as a friend said, both galvanising and uplifting. Do see it if you can.
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I loved my Thesaurus as I was growing up, given to me when I was, I think, nine years old and it stayed by my side for many years. In due course, it fell apart and I was given a shiny new copy. Today is Thesaurus Day which commemorates the birth of Peter Mark Roget, born on this day in 1779 and author of Roget’s Thesaurus. Here’s a poem to celebrate. It’s called ‘Roger’s Thesaurus’ and it is by Brian Bilston who published it on Twitter this morning.
I love this take on a well known prayer, giving thanks to Mother Nature. It’s from Rebecca Solnit, an American writer who has written on a variety of subjects, including feminism, the environment and politics.
Our mother who art underfoot,
hallowed be thy names,
thy seasons come, thy will be done,
within us as around us,
thank you for our daily bread, our water, our air, and our lives and so much beauty;
lead us not into selfish craving and the destructions that are the hungers of the glutted,
but deliver us from wanton consumption
of thy vast but finite bounty,
for thine is the only sphere of life we know,
and the power and the glory, forever and ever, amen
This lovely poem has come my way by various sources over the last few days and I thought you, Dear Readers, might like it too. Roger Robinson’s collection won the T.S. Eliot prize mentioned in this Guardian cutting as being shortlisted. What excellent advice there is in this poem. Do carry your paradise with you always – it can be a life-saver.
There are signs of Spring in our garden.
Our son came home over New Year and cleared out lots of his stuff from our attic. He left us this delightful gargoyle which was a present for him from my Mum and Dad many years ago. It’s too heavy to post to Barcelona! Now it is visible from our kitchen window reminding me of some of those people in my life whom I love.
We moved into this house twelve years ago today so we are having a special meal and we have Daffodils on the table. It had taken us 40 years to finally get back home!
When we arrived twelve years ago and had a Chinese takeaway sitting on the dining room floor (the furniture was due to arrive the next morning) our lovely new neighbour popped in with a bunch of Cornish Daffodils in a jam jar and promptly joined us on the floor! That was the beginning of a very lovely friendship and we feel so very lucky to have moved in next door.
It seems appropriate that today, my Dear Dad’s birthday, I have spent much of the day making marmalade. Dad was the marmalade maker in our house and I used to help him when I was quite young. The smell of the oranges boiling is so evocative of lovely times.
I spent the rest of the day baking cookies for our decorators, ColourGirlz, who start tomorrow on the hall, stairs and landing. I have used an old family recipe but adapted it by adding cinnamon and dried cherries as a very dear friend does. She takes them on long car journeys and they are very much appreciated.