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Mural, Flowers and Watering Can

Mural, Flowers and Watering Can

We had to go to Penzance to the auction house this morning and had illusions of afterwards parking and visiting the book shop, having lunch and going to the Penlee Gallery. We thought we were early enough but oh my, the visitors were earlier and parking was impossible! So, we decided to go to Mounts Bay to have one of the best ice-creams around.  The beach was empty as there was a cool wind but I did manage to get a photo of the lovely mural on the wall at the back of the shop.

Yesterday, we were given a beautiful bunch of flowers, purple, white and green as our daughters and granddaughters are well aware of their suffragette heritage.

Our present to each other for our anniversary is another of Esther Smith’s automata, this one called Flower Power which the kids thought was me.

 

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Plants, Automata and Pancake Day

What a beautiful day in every way! The sun shone and the sky was blue. I met friends at Community Roots where we potted on lots of celery and celeriac, admired our growing tomato plants and laughed along with the team. Later I visited the Contraptions exhibition, we met two enthusiastic young gardeners, a friend called round with some books to swap and finally I made pancakes, both savoury stuffed and, to finish, Crêpes Suzettes.

Salad leaves

Baby tomatoes, many varieties

 

We have a couple of Esther Smith’s pieces – I love her work.

The last remnants of the pancake batter made a rather pretty lacy pancake pattern.

 

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Hares and Trees

I thought I would show you one of my favourite pieces today, a kinetic sculpture made by a local artist, Esther Smith. When the handle is turned, the hares race around  inside the grove of trees. I love it.

 
 

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Lost Words, Shadow and Relief

I have just finished reading one of the most enjoyable and pleasing novels I’ve read in a long time. Someone on our Italian trip was reading it and recommended it. She was right.
“The Dictionary of Lost Words” is an imaginative and engrossing story about words, language, love and loss all tied up in the life of a growing-up narrator who is five years old at the start in 1886 and helping her “Da’ in the Scriptorium. The novel ends in the 1920s as the Oxford English Dictionary is published.

The evening sun makes lovely shadows above the mantlepiece – here of a beautiful piece of Esther Smith’s work, an automaton of a Hare and a flower.

We have had a torrid three weeks with a medical problem hanging over me. Today, it has been resolved and all is well, much to our enormous relief.

 

 

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