I love the dew drops on this feather that are catching the sunlight.
It’s nesting time. It’s Spring!
Today our first beautifully sunny walk was along the coast path to Church Cove where the Church of St Wynwallow, partly 14th century, was to be found.
We saw dolphins today! Sadly, I am having difficulties adding photos again today. Even Flickr isn’t working. I will try again tomorrow.
Yesterday we collected flat pebbles at Portreath and today LiveWire T wrote kind and loving words on them.
This morning the family went to visit The Poldark Mine and found it fascinating. I couldn’t go as I had to go to my Pilates class which helps me stay mobile! LiveWire J was full of information that he had learned and was very struck by the fact that boys his age had to go down the mine to work! We feel that the time is ripe for him to be given my Dad’s, his Great Grandfather’s novel, Jeremy Visick to read. He has promised to look after it and to tell me how he gets on with it.
LiveWire T has continued to work on her free embroidery and is taking great care with each stitch. This is our last day with them so we will need to finish it off early tomorrow morning before they leave at 9.30.
This morning the sky reflected the weather forecast – sunshine and showers.
Our trip to the sea was cold!
I have given you this beautiful poem before. The last few lines were quoted today in The Guardian by Sarah Perry who commented that this poem is “always pertinent – now more than ever, as civilisation cracks like thin ice over a deep black lake.” It is also important that we hold on to optimism. The poem is based on a true event. Larkin says he had fed the hedgehog some weeks before and then lost sight of him until he mowed the lawn. He was said to be very distressed about it, as you would be, and this poem was the result. Beautifully crafted, of course.
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.
Philip Larkin, Collected Poems (Faber and Faber 1988).
My conversations with WordPress have resulted in my uploading photos to Flickr and then linking them to this blog – a bit more work but it does work! Thank you to the Happiness Engineers who have helped me.
WordPress are telling me that I cannot upload any photos as there is no room. I don’t understand this as I have just renewed my Premium rate contract with them. I wanted to show you some of the artwork done by the young people who meet weekly with WILD, an amazing organisation who work with young parents all across Cornwall. I was invited to their 25th Birthday Party this afternoon and was moved and inspired by what they do – how they give young parents confidence, hope, strength, optimism and practical help. I can give you a link so that you can look them up and see what wonderful work they do.http://www.wildproject.org.uk/
When I hear from the WordPress Happiness Engineers, I’ll add the photos later.
I have had help and will sort the problem tomorrow.