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Reflection and View

It’s always good to sing on Thursday mornings beside the Penryn River.

There may be a recording later when it arrives in my inbox.

 

Lunch, Rain and Fat Books

Today I met a friend for lunch for the first time in three years! It was so lovely to spend time together again after so long. We went to a delightful cafe, tucked away down Cornish lanes where we could sit outside in the sunshine.

It rained really hard all afternoon.

I love this! I have so many fat books that are full of memories of the times when I read them, when a friend read them or when my Mum read them – and some that really are full of pressed flowers and leaves.

 

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Marigolds, Mum and A Poppy

After singing at the eco park this afternoon, this lovely bunch of marigolds in a blue painted trough caught my eye.

My lovely Mum died in 1994 and these words of Tennyson  ring true. She was the gardener who inspired me.

Another gloriously orange flower, one of the Californa Poppies.

 

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Nelly Moser, Risotto and A Stranger

Our Nelly Moser is quite magnificent this year.

The lovely Mr S made us a very tasty Pepper and Pea Risotto with Crispy Chicken for tonight’s meal.

We have a stranger in the garden!  He reminds me of Darth Vader each time I catch a glimpse. It’s our  sculpture  covered up after sanding and prior to re-oiling to protect against the rain.

 

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No Mow May, Daisies, A Pony and Dylan Thomas

We are joining in the No Mow May campaign. As the campaign says, ” Reducing lawn mowing frequency brings benefits: More habitat and food for pollinators, reduced carbon emissions, water conservation, and a more drought-resistant lawn, to name a few!”

Part of our lawn, un-mown

There are many patches of daisies.

The pony in the field behind us is mowing as he goes.

It’s International Dylan Thomas Day.

Thank you to the person who presented Eli Jenkins’ poem as a poster.

 

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Boody Garden, Bee and Petunia

I’ve replanted the Boody garden this afternoon, mostly with violas whose colour lifts everything and whose flowers can go in salads and decorate cakes.

I watched a bee go deep into the iris flowers to collect pollen. Look how much it is carrying.

We have a new petunia plant, just deciding where to put it.

 

Bonnets, Singing and Bunting

I’m loving the Granny’s Bonnets that are springing up in every border. Here are two of them.

It is so good to be back singing with my choirs. Today with the Suitcase Singers, we sang a beautiful piece –  Wild Mountain Thyme – rewritten by Belfast man Frances McPeake in 1957. It is based upon an earlier Scottish folk song ‘The Braes of Balquhidder- written by Robert Tannahill (1774-1810) – and arranged by Claire Ingleheart, our leader.

There is bunting up in the garden next door! The following are Sue’s words as her brother returns from 18 months in Antarctica with the British Antarctic Survey.

“Pete’s home!!!❤️💗💕
His journey included voyaging on the Sir David Attenborough from Rothera to the Falklands (via Cornish Island and an icy dip), flight from Port Stanley to Brize Norton, being picked up by his sweetheart Philly and ferried back to Cornwall via Mama and Papa Byrde in Dorset. Preparations here included picking a kilo of asparagus and the wrangling of much bunting”
Welcome home, Pete.
 

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Kindness, Bee and Cake

I read this lovely story today and thought I would share it with you.
“Sorry, I stole your car. Saved my family!” – an incredible story from a resident of Kyiv.
“I left the bomb shelter and saw a car with keys in the ignition near the store. I watched it for two hours, waited for the owner – I didn’t wait. I took my family, got in the car and drove to Vinnitsa to visit relatives. I found a phone number in the glove compartment and called the owner:
– Sorry, I stole your car. Saved my family.
– Thank God, don’t worry, I have 4 cars. I took my family out in my jeep. The rest of the cars I filled with fuel and left in different places with the keys in the ignition and the number in the glove compartment.
I received calls back from all cars. There will be peace – see you. Take care of yourself!”
There is kindness in the world! Ukrainians are heroes!
Taking a photo of the rain inside an iris flower, I saw the bee and it stayed still long enough for me to get its portrait.
We had blueberries that needed using up so the lovely Mr S suggested a Blueberry Cake. Here it is with a delicious cream cheese icing, https://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/blueberry-soured-cream-cake-cheesecake-frosting.
 

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Raindrops, Narcissi and Chives

The Iris buds collect raindrops so that they look like ears of corn.

The last Narcissi to appear in our garden are the lovely Pheasant’s Eye.

Lots of  allotments are in full flowering mode. I love this little patch. .

 

Tiles, Song and A Protest

I spent the morning with a dear friend who is also a potter and we worked on making tiles, pressing flowers, leaves, grasses and ferns into the soft clay. These are mine now ready for firing.

My choir, The Ingleheart Singers, has been learning a beautiful song about welcoming refugees to our land,” Harbour”, written by Anna Tabbush. We are finding it very moving knowing how the people want to help but on all sides are being thwarted by our government.

Harbour – Anna Tabbus

When you’ve crossed the stormy waters
Come walk ashore
Bring your sons and bring your daughters
Wander no more

Chorus:

For our door is always open
And our hearth is always warm
When you need a place to shelter
We’re a harbour in the storm

There’ll be time for rest and sleeping
Come walk ashore
There’ll be space for peace and healing
Wander no more… For our door etc

For in days of lesser fortune
Come walk ashore
We may need a door to open
Wander no more… For our door etc

I have so much admiration for the bravery of those who protest directly. We’ve marched many times over the years but this protest about sending migrants to Rwanda took bravery. Well done, Holly and friends. I was first alerted to this protest by an article in The Guardian and later by by one of our singers whose niece is a friend of Holly, the second one to stand up to protest and the writer of the piece in the paper.

 

 
 

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