I am making an Early Days memory board for our Golden Wedding celebrations next week. Among my treasures are some flowers that I collected and pressed while on our Honeymoon in St Ives. They have kept their colour remarkably well for 50 years!
Fuchsia and Rose of Sharon
I promised you more of the Onondaga Nation Thanksgiving words.
Today is National Granny Square Day so I would like to show you some Granny squares made by my Granny and made into a blanket by my daughter for her daughter. LiveWire 4 has a blanket made by her Mum and her Great Great Granny! Please look at this earlier post as I cannot move the photos to here.
We have had the Woodpecker back feeding here again.
Woodpecker at the feeding station
The first contingent of family arrive on Thursday for our ten day long Golden Wedding Celebrations and today I have made the pie filling for Chicken, Potato and Asparagus Pie.
Awaiting the potato layer
We found evidence of our visiting hedgehog this morning on the slate terrace.
Hedgehog footprints
I love Fiddleheads on ferns.
Unfurling fern
I saw this tin in a shop today and it made me smile.
Unicorn tin
It has rained all day again and the garden is quite sodden. I like the muted effect through the rain-splattered window.
Rain soaked garden
My Wedding ring has been too small for me for some time and I wear it on a chain. Today we went to a local family jewellers and found a beautiful silver ring with a Celtic knot design and I have a new ring on my wedding finger, just in time for our Golden Wedding Anniversary next month.
My beautiful ring
Joseph Conrad’s words
From the flowers we were given last week, this one is pink and fluffy but I don’t know its name.
What is this pretty flower?
We were given a lovely bunch of Sunflowers on Sunday and they are still gorgeous though dropping their bright yellow pollen.
We have a family of Magpies in the garden but they are very skittish and I cannot get a photo of them all together. I’ll keep trying! There are six altogether, two parents and four very demanding youngsters. Six is good as the old nursery rhyme tells us:
One for Sorrow
Two for joy
Three for a girl
Four for a boy
Five for silver
Six for gold
Seven for a secret never to be told
Eight for a wish
Nine for a kiss
Ten a surprise you should be careful not to miss
Eleven for health
Twelve for wealth
Thirteen beware it’s the devil himself.
A good friend sent me the following poem a couple of days ago. It is a gentle evocation of a beautiful place, written by Edwin Waugh in 1864.
‘Tis sweet in pleasant Silverdale,
All in the blossom-tide,
To watch the hardy fishers sail
O’er the blue waters glide.There, changeful ocean’s
Murmuring waves
Sing in the smiling lea;
A paradise upon the land,
And wonders in the sea.Edwin Waugh (1864)
I looked him up as his work is new to me and found the following on Wikipedia. There is more to be found here.
“The son of a shoemaker, Waugh was born in Rochdale, Lancashire, England and, after some schooling, was apprenticed to a printer, Thomas Holden, at the age of 12. While still a young man he worked as a journeyman printer, travelling all over Britain, but eventually returned to his old job in Rochdale.[1]
Waugh read eagerly, and in 1847 became assistant secretary to the Lancashire Public School Association and went to work in Manchester. By 1860 he was able to become a full-time writer; but in 1881 he was in poor health and was granted a Civil List pension of £90 p.a.”
Heavy rain this morning left just-about-to-drip-off raindrops on the Agapanthus buds.
Agapanthus
Perun, the 6 m high Slavic Thunder God next door, is being dismantled for his journey to Slovakia. I love how his hair is flowing in the wind! You can read more about him here.
Perun, Slavic God of Thunder
The Party
This beautiful poem came my way today. Thank you Silver Tenters.
When I die
Give what’s left of me away
To children
And old men that wait to die.And if you need to cry,
Cry for your brother
Walking the street beside you
And when you need me,
Put your arms
Around anyone
And give to them
What you need to give to me.I want to leave you something,
Something better
Than words
Or sounds.Look for me
In the people I’ve known
Or loved,
And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live in your eyes
And not on your mind.You can love me most
By letting
Hands touch hands
By letting
Bodies touch bodies
And by letting go
Of children
That need to be free.Love doesn’t die,
People do.
So, when all that’s left of me
Is love,
Give me awayMerrit Malloy
We are just in from a beautiful evening with both my choirs – a boat trip from Falmouth to St Mawes where we sang joyfully to passers-by and then came back, singing all the way.
Coming back into Falmouth
Commentator Award
Thank you, Tina Liu
