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Kindness, Daffodils and Another Poem

Our lovely neighbour was in China last year and brought us back a beautiful picture of the character which means kindness. We had it framed before Christmas but have only just put it up. What a lovely piece – thank you, S.

The Tete a Tete in the Three Wise Monkeys planter are looking bright and sunny despite the wild weather.

I have posted this poem before but it seems to me that in today’s world we all need kindness, for ourselves and for others. I love how the poet captures that awful sinking moment when you think something is lost, those moments when you can’t quite believe that the rest of the world is going on as normal, those moments when something in the news just takes your breath away but kindness from a loved one or from a stranger can make your  day work again.

Kindness by Naomi Shibab Nye

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. 
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.

 
 

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Kindness, Daffodil and A Poem

Doing some sorting today, I came across a scrap of paper with a quotation I had saved.

If you haven’t read The Essex Serpent, do. It is a fascinating story and very beautifully written.

One of our Daffodils was broken off by the wild winds so I brought it indoors.

The words above are from a very moving poem by Philip Larkin, reminding us all to be kind.

The Mower

The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found   
A hedgehog jammed up against the blades,   
Killed. It had been in the long grass.
I had seen it before, and even fed it, once.   
Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world   
Unmendably. Burial was no help:
Next morning I got up and it did not.
The first day after a death, the new absence   
Is always the same; we should be careful
Of each other, we should be kind   
While there is still time.
 

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Letter, Crocuses and Cake

The Guardian newspaper printed my letter this morning! There has been ongoing correspondence for the last month about marmalade making and I joined in!  Regular readers will know about my marmalade making every January.

From The Guardian 15/2/2020

Storm Ciara did a good job of flattening our Spring flowers. They were just beginning to perk up when Dennis arrived. The Crocuses and little Iris Reticulata have suffered the most. The Tete a Tete are still standing up.

The weather outside is frightful so we have stayed indoors, re-hung some more paintings after the decorating, curled up and read and, later, baked a Banana and Raisin Loaf.

 
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Posted by on February 15, 2020 in baking, garden, nature, Photography, Postaday2020

 

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Breakfast, Dinner and e e cummings

I made Blueberry Pancakes for breakfast.

We had candles at dinner of Duck a L’orange with kalettes.

This is a beautiful poem which we have both loved for more than 50 years. It was one of our shared moments soon after we met in the Autumn of 1966. We married less than 10 months later in August 1967 and I do know how lucky I am.

 

I carry your heart with me

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in
My heart) I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
By only me is your doing, my darling)

I fear
No fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want
No world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
And it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
And whatever a sun will always sing is you

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
And the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
Higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

e e cummings

I send love out to all my dear readers today.

 

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Anemones, Narcissi and Judy Blume

My Mum’s favourite flowers and the brass bowl, newly polished, that she always put them in.

The stall where we bought the anemones yesterday also had these Narcissi which have a wonderful scent.

When I was teaching teenagers, Judy Blume’s novels were absolute favourites. She broke all the rules. Her refreshingly honest children’s books were banned by hundreds of libraries and loved by generations of readers, who bought 85 million copies of classics like Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret and Superfudge. She spoke a lot of sense. and I love her work too. She was born on this day in 1938. Happy birthday to Judy and thanks for all the stories.

 
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Posted by on February 13, 2020 in flowers, Photography, Postaday2020

 

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Eeyore, A Painting and A Barometer

We have spent the morning putting some of our art work back on the hall walls. We have gone for all paintings about Cornwall though the Pooh Bear mirror that we bought at least 50 years ago in Penzance, is back where it belongs. I was delighted to realise that we can see a beautiful painting of the sea by a local artist, in the mirror from the kitchen doorway!

You might just spot the Sailors’ Barometer to the left of the mirror. It has settled since Storm Ciara but we expect it to rise again as Storm Dennis arrives this weekend. Our poor garden!

 
 

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Tete a Tete and Rosemary in Bloom

Another wild day and hard to catch a photo in focus.

 
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Posted by on February 10, 2020 in garden, nature, Photography, Postaday2020

 
 
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