One of the joys of making a half of Granny’s fudge recipe is that it leaves half a can of condensed milk so, at the weekend I was also able to make two mini Lime and Ginger Cheesecakes, one to freeze and one to share tonight. Click the red link for the recipe for the fudge.
Although we need to have deliveries in lockdown, we want to cut big supermarkets out as much as possible so when our local Greengrocer, The Grow Box, first expanded their range, then added a butchery department, we decided to give them a go. Wow! We are not disappointed! Easy to get a slot for delivery and a lovely chap at the door with paper bags full of fresh stuff for the next week. Just look – and almost all local, Cornish produce – eggs, milk, sausages, leeks and carrots, broccoli and a courgette. Only the fruit will have traveled far. 
We have spent several hours at the allotment today and have nearly cleared the patch outside the fruit cage – very satisfying! Even better, was being brought a beautiful Savoy cabbage by fellow allotmenteers to welcome us into the community – how very lovely and we’ve had some of it tonight with our Cornish sausages.
Yesterday, I made some family fudge from my Granny’s recipe. Today, there was a comment from my cousin in Australia as follows:
“I remember this fudge well! It appears in my mother’s recipe book as ‘Mima’s Fudge’ and was a special treat during my childhood. I now have the urge to make a batch!”
That absolutely delighted me! I will post the recipe soon but be warned, it is very wicked indeed!
It’s World Nursery Rhyme Week and this utterly delightful rendition of Jack and Jill came into my inbox today. Do watch, it will warm your heart!
Recently a thrush has joined the other birds in our garden, watching from the wall and then ground feeding.
I had a sudden urge to make (and eat!) Granny’s fudge, the recipe (very wicked and very. good!) written in my 11 year old italic handwriting, 
I hope this makes you smile as it did me.
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Look after yourself in these strange and difficult times.
We have some lovely white Primroses in our Suffragette garden. The Hebes are about to flower purple so there will soon be all the colours we need.
The Nasturtiums in the hedgerow is still in flower.
We’ve been promoted already! Another allotment plot has unexpectedly become available and we have been offered it. It is bigger than the one we have started weeding and digging and we will have to start again with the weeding but 30A, our new plot, has a fruit cage! There are Blackcurrant bushes in there already.
Hibernation
“And the people stayed home. And read books, and listened, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played games, and learned new ways of being, and were still. And listened more deeply. Some meditated, some prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows. And the people began to think differently.
~Kitty O’Meara
I had a fancy for some Cheese Scones and so, here they are, delicious slightly warm with salty Cornish butter.
Cheese and Black Olive Scones
We decided that our walk today need to be by the sea but when we got there the sun had gone in, the wind was wild and cold and damp, the sea was grey and we didn’t stay long.
Along the path to the beach is a very pleasing timeline of protest. Today I give you the first few….
I subscribe to Poem-a-Day and today this beautiful lullaby arrived in my inbox. Many of the poems that arrive are not in the public domain and are still in copyright so I can’t share them with you but this one is available so here you are. I think it’s very lovely.
A Mojave Lullaby by Bertrand N. O. Walker
Sleep, my little man-child,
Dream-time to you has come.In the closely matted branches
Of the mesquite tree,
The mother-bird has nestled
Her little ones; see
From the ghost-hills of your fathers,
Purpling shadows eastward crawl,
While beyond the western sky-tints pale
As twilight spreads its pall.The eastern hills are lighted,
See their sharp peaks burn and glow,
With the colors the Great Sky-Chief
Gave your father for his bow.
Hush my man-child; be not frighted,
‘Tis the father’s step draws nigh.
O’er the trail along the river,
Where the arrow-weeds reach high
Above his dark head, see
He parts them with his strong hands,
As he steps forth into view.
He is coming home to mother,
Home to mother and to you.Sleep my little man-child,
Daylight has gone.
There’s no twitter in the branches,
Dream-time has come.
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on November 15, 2020, by the Academy of American Poets.
The moss on the lane into town is greener than ever.
We love our greengrocers and loved the colours of these beets.
Gorgeous Autumn coloured leaves on the way home too. 
World Kindness day – if only every day were so named and acted upon. 
What a wonderful word this – triskaidekaphobia! It means a fear of all things to do with thirteen so Friday 13th comes under this heading. In fact, Friday 13th is a positive date, a day of good luck. 
Every day there is a charm of Goldfinches at the feeders, nine here, sometimes more with others waiting their turn on the arch.
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