I’ve been knitting tiny little hats for premature babies at our local hospital. They are in three colours, red for the very poorly ones, orange for this who are getting better and green for those are nearly ready to go home. Time to contact the co-ordinator for collection. My camera has reproduced the red very badly!
Traffic light hats
Thawing the soup for lunch, this pretty pattern turned up on the icy plastic pint pot as it sat in a pan of cold water.
More seeds arrived today – great delight all round and more plans for Summer colour.
Sweet Peas for scent in the day , Nicotiana for evening scent, Nasturtiums for colour and salads and Poppies for their rich colours and lovely seed pods.
This beauty, name needed, is in my lovely neighbour’s conservatory.
As an English teacher, this amused me.
In these increasingly difficult times, I have to believe the following.
As my very wise Mum used to say when things were bad, “This too will pass,” and she was always right. I have to believe it is so now and that we will rise up against the bad stuff, together, and we will make these bad times, these frightening times, be only temporary.
There are no photos to go with the two best things of today – a delightful text from LiveWire No 1 asking when we can go back to Spain as she is missing us and later, an email from LiveWire No 2 saying how much he enjoyed our visit and hoping we had enjoyed his company too! These two are both eight years old and have made my day!
Listen to our world as she breathes. There is hope.
We all need hope in these dark days of Winter. These words from Rumi and the accompanying photo came my way today and I thought I would like to share them with you.
“Even the darkest night will end, And the sun will rise again.
~ Rumi”
A lovely friend and neighbour has looked after me today, bringing over some ginger and lemon Yogi tea. On the label were more wise words which conjure up for me a picture of a wild flower filled meadow – Poppies, Cornflowers, Daisies. The photo is of the smiling wild meadow in The Lost Gardens of Heligan.
A good friend sent me this poem by Kim Ridgeon which I found very apt for our ‘troubled times’ and very moving.
We must have hope in the darkness, must love and live and above all, be kind to those we know and to those strangers whom we pass in the street and those whom we meet. Think about the Swifts. Thank you Kim for this.
We went to a beautiful and life affirming wedding yesterday and will post some photos when I have solved how to get the photos out of my camera! I didn’t have a memory card and recorded direct to the camera……
‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers— That perches in the soul— And sings the tune without the words— And never stops—at all—And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard— And sore must be the storm— That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm—I’ve heard it in the chillest land— And on the strangest Sea— Yet, never, in Extremity, It asked a crumb—of Me.
