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Seagull, Random Photo and An Angel

Our last singing session at the Zed Shed was today and this photo of a seagull on a buoy was taken when the sopranos were learning and I wasn’t needed.

I read this lovely heart-warming story about a man and a baby the other day and have been given permission to use the photo and to tell you the story, by Artistic Freedom whose page it was on.
“Random photo of a man at the DMV holding a baby. The man does not know the child. They are strangers to each other. The parents of the child were sitting next to the man and the baby, feeling squirmy and discontent, crawled into the man’s lap.
The man had just moved from one state to another, where a year prior his brother was killed. This baby was born on that very day. Everyone was overwhelmed to tears.
NO HATE ❤
Courtesy: Aaron Britney Varnes”

A Christmas card has arrived. It comes from one of our beautiful Ukrainian friends who is safe in Sweden. It is a beautiful Angel, made from delicate curve stitching and we love it. Thank you N.

 

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Cake, Tree and Supper

I made a Beetroot and Chocolate cake for the Volunteers at Community Roots today. It went so quickly I hardly had time to get a photo.

I love the way almost every house through the village of Chacewater has a small Christmas tree outside.

I served our Pork Balls in Tarragon Sauce with some Tree Cabbage harvested from Roots this morning. Find out more about Tree Cabbage  here.

 

 

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A Poem and My Dad

My poet friend, Kim Ridgeon, has given permission to share this beautiful poem with you today.

It is a day of reflection for me today as my Dear Dad died on this day in 2004 after a very hard year and his last seventeen days in a wonderful hospice. They let us make his room so personal with his bookcase, Des Amis Silencieux,  and all the books he had written, a favourite painting on the wall and flowers that I took in daily.  If you’d like to read a bit more about the bookcase, click here.

The photo used on his book jackets with his beloved Burmese cat, Shoshone

 
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Posted by on December 17, 2022 in family, photography, poetry, Postaday2022

 

Frozen Cornwall

A friend sent me this beautiful piece of Nature’s art from inside his conservatory window.

John’s window

Walking on the frozen sand today was a new experience. It made walking on the beach much easier than normal!

Frosted sand

Ice in the stream

The video shows water flowing under the ice on Porthtowan Beach – listen to the waves behind me  rolling onto the beach

A local creek was frozen over too.

Mylor Creek, frozen. Photo by Jan

 

Across, Up and Refugees

Singing by the river in Penryn on Thursday mornings is always a joy and today the views were especially glorious.

View across from the Zed Shed

Looking up the river, for Paddy

I was looking for poems about refugees this evening and remembered one by the very talented Brian Bilston. Read it down and then start at the bottom and read up – and weep.

REFUGEES

They have no need of our help
So do not tell me
These haggard faces could belong to you or me
Should life have dealt a different hand
We need to see them for who they really are
Chancers and scroungers
Layabouts and loungers
With bombs up their sleeves
Cut-throats and thieves
They are not
Welcome here
We should make them
Go back to where they came from
They cannot
Share our food
Share our homes
Share our countries
Instead let us
Build a wall to keep them out
It is not okay to say
These are people just like us
A place should only belong to those who are born there
Do not be so stupid to think that
The world can be looked at another way

(now read from bottom to top)

 

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Christmas Shopping in Truro

We started very early this morning as last week we couldn’t park in Truro and today we were able to wander and appreciate Truro’s loveliness before it became too busy. Our coffee break was in Charlotte’s Tea House which is a delight. Join us on our wander.

The beautiful door to the tea room

About the Tea House

About Charlotte

The Christmas tree of love and memories in the Cathedral

Looking down the nave in Truro Cathedral

Walsingham Place, check out its history here

 

A Cat, A Dog and A Cake

We called at the station this morning to check on an upcoming journey and found Hector, the station cat, sitting all alone in the lounge. There’s a notice on the door asking passengers not to let him in as he has a kennel on the platform but I wasn’t about to sprag on him on such a bitter morning – if ever!

We only lasted at Roots for a couple of hours today as it was bone chillingly cold. We worked together on clearing old nasturtiums from the poly tunnels and generally tidying up in there. At coffee time, a charming little dog sat looking longingly at the cake that the lovely Mr S was consuming.

M had made a most delicious Orange and Almond cake and shared the recipe so, of course, I just had to try it this afternoon. It’s a really quick and truly scrumptious recipe.

 
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Posted by on December 13, 2022 in baking, photography, Postaday2022

 

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Frost, Face and Stuffing Balls

Such a heavy frost this morning and beautiful patterns on the car reminiscent of the ice patterns on the inside of the bedroom windows when I was growing up.

After wiping the hob, the lovely Mr S drew a smiley face for me.

I have made our contribution to Christmas dinner, very delicious Sausage, Chestnut and Cranberry Stuffing using Nigel Slater’s recipe. They are now in the freezer ready for transporting.

 

Dawn, Steam and A Tree

Dramatic dawn sky on a bitterly cold morning

After the cold start came some winter sun causing steam to rise from our wooden labyrinth sculpture.

The lovely Mr S went to collect leeks from the allotment this afternoon and took a diversion.

Winter tree with Carn Brea Castle in the far distance . Photo by Mr S

 

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Posy, Tracks and Sea

We took purple, white and green blooms when we visited our Dear friend T today – that’s really all that’s in flower at the moment.

Hebe and Winter Flowering Clematis

It is extremely cold here at the moment and while we were in Ti’s room, the hail was so heavy and so loud, it interrupted our conversation. When we came out, there was still a layer on the ground where tyre tracks had been left.

On the way home, the colours of dark blue sea, lighter blue sky and dark and white clouds was very dramatic.