It’s June already!
This was the purple, white and green posy we took for Ti today.
We read a new poem with Ti today, ‘Chocolate Cake’ by Michael Rosen – and we all loved it. Here’s a Youtube version of this delightful poem.
It’s June already!
This was the purple, white and green posy we took for Ti today.
We read a new poem with Ti today, ‘Chocolate Cake’ by Michael Rosen – and we all loved it. Here’s a Youtube version of this delightful poem.
1 Last night, the friends who came to dinner brought us some beautiful Gladioli in purple, white and green as they know what these colours mean to me. Thank you P&A!
2 It’s officially the first day of Autumn today and in temperatures of 22C, we walked from Porthtowan along the beach at low tide to Chapelporth. Surfers surfed, children played, dogs paddled, girls rode by on their horses and people, like us, walked the length of the beach in the Autumn sunshine. I love the sound of the waves breaking on the beach. It’s a sound I grew up with and I relish every moment I can be by the sea and listen to the soughing of the waves onto the beach………
3 Seeing Towanroath Shaft Pumping Engine House at Wheal Coates from the beach shows just how much on the edge of the cliff the mine was. I posted two photos of the engine house from the top of the cliffs here if you missed them. One is mine of sunset at the engine house and the other, by Tim Martindale, is of the Milky Way behind the engine house and is just awesome!
We are getting very excited about our New England in the Fall holiday!
1 The lanes around Cornwall are just bursting with that very special bright green of new leaves. Every corner turned brings new delights.
2 I always take a walk around Mylor graveyard while the lovely Mr S strolls around the boatyard. The Robin was keeping a close eye on me.
3 It has been a very grey, cold and windy afternoon but the wind meant that the rigging on the yachts was singing that special song that reminds one of being by the sea. The Myosotis blue was glowing despite the lack of sunshine.
1 In our main street, Fore Street, is the Town Clock which has been there since the 1700’s. In 1828 the former wooden tower was demolished and replaced by a stone tower. In 1904 Clock Tower was extended by a section because new buildings had grown up which prevented the miners up the hill from seeing the clock face. Few people had clocks in their homes at this time so it was important that the clock was visible all over town. As the plaque says, in 1841 the open arches at ground level were closed in for use as Police cells!
2 I love primroses, so delicate and coming into flower in all our hedges now as a herald of Spring.
3 Today I’ve been introduced to The Piano Guys by Alex Autin. Check out her blog – it’s fascinating and do listen to this lovely rendition of Twinkle Lullaby and marvel at the Utah desert skies. I promise you, it will be a beautiful moment of tranquility in your busy day.
1 I’d been contemplating the Weekly Photo Challenge and then woke to the beautiful illumination of first the sky by the sun, then of the chimneys opposite and the cottage, and then of the painting in the study.
2 We had a walk in the bright chill along the low cliffs at Godrevy, the only sound that of the sea, and the midday sun continued its illuminations of everything around me. I just love how the sun beams through the empty snail shell.
3 The last photo is of our new fence lit up last June by the evening sun.
PS Would you believe I missed this spectacular sunset? I’ve been given permission to show you this one by Paul Hoskin.
1 Mr S wants to learn to sail – in fact he would love to have his own boat! I love water! I love living near water. We live near the sea but being on or in the sea – not one of my beautiful things! I determined to learn to swim before I was forty and I did. Now I have to learn to sail before I am seventy!! To that aim we went to a local lake today to find out about sailing lessons. I would so love it if sailing could become one of my beautiful things! I’ll let you know!
2 One of the things I love about water is the sound, be it crashing, thundering waves or soft swishes of little ripples on a shingle shore; be it a river rushing through a weir or murmuring quietly through the reeds; even the sound of all the rain we’ve had this summer, especially rain pounding on a corrugated tin roof or on the top of the tent. And after the rain, I love the petrichor, not a sound but the loveliest of smells!
3 Near the lake we saw a lion, golden and gorgeous with the most self-satisfied smile on its face.