I have ‘planted’ the hyacinths for the turn of the year and my birthday. They are in the lovely glass planters that my Mum used to use. It really pleases me to be still using them and remembering the flowers Mum grew in them. Apparently the Victorians loved to raise hyacinths like this. I don’t know how old our glasses are but they are very pretty.
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One of our Christmas presents, opened in London last weekend, was this delightful glass chicken made by Danielle Hopkinson. It amused us to put it on our lovely wooden egg keeper along with the eggs! Thanks L, T and B.
Yet another parcel was waiting for us when we arrived home last night and I will show you the beautiful contents tomorrow. Thanks P and J.
1 Last Saturday our other lovely neighbour brought us a pot of tightly closed hyacinth bulbs because they were going away for half term. Rather than leave them to blush unseen and waste their sweetness on the empty air, H brought them to us. They have bloomed and their scent is still glorious so when the family returns this evening, I shall return them so that they can also gain pleasure from the pink delicacy of these beautiful hyacinths.
2 BBC Radio 4 has a lovely programme on Sunday afternoons called Poetry Please. This afternoon the poems were all either written by teenagers, starting with The Force that Through the Green Fuse written by Dylan Thomas when he was only 19 or for teenagers or about teenagers. The poem I am about to share with you fits both those latter categories – and I hope it amuses you rather than causing offence! It is by Adrian Mitchell. one of the Liverpool poets, and was written in 1996.
A Puppy Called Puberty.
It was like keeping a puppy in your underpants
A secret puppy you weren’t allowed to show to anyone
Not even your best friend or your worst enemy
You wanted to pat him stroke him cuddle him
All the time but you weren’t supposed to touch him
He only slept for five minutes at a time
Then he’d suddenly perk up his head
In the middle of school medical inspection
And always on bus rides
So you had to climb down from the upper deck
All bent double to smuggle the puppy off the bus
Without the buxom conductress spotting
Your wicked and ticketless stowaway.
Jumping up, wet-nosed, eagerly wagging –
He only stopped being a nuisance
When you were alone together
Pretending to do your homework
But really gazing at each other
Through hot and hazy daydreams
Of those beautiful schoolgirls on the bus
With kittens bouncing in their sweaters.
1 Sunrise was particularly beautiful this morning. I love the straight line of the clouds and the sunbeams coming in from the left. The name in the title is what dawn used to be known as by farmers in the Eighteenth Century (as I have just learned from a brilliant book I’m reading called ‘The Horologican’ by Mark Forsyth about lost words of the English language)
2 These beautiful hyacinths were given to us for Christmas and are almost in full bloom and smell just lovely. The scent wafts all the way up the stairs. Aren’t they just the loveliest colour?
3 On a short walk down the lane this afternoon, energy levels being still rather low, I noticed this amazing leafless ivy in the shape of a tree all the way from the bottom to the top of the wall.
1 A very quiet pottery kind of day putting up a few more cards. This delightful one which arrived today has been made by the young son of a very special friend.
2 I love these very colourful decorations that should be safe from toddler hands as the fireguard will be up. (No fire will be lit!)
3 Three of the hyacinths that I brought out of the dark on 3rd December are already in flower! They smell so lovely. Click on the red link if you missed that post.
Happy Winter Solstice Day to you all. The days get longer from tomorrow; the sun is coming back!
1 We could see the sea from our bedroom window today, just a blue stripe on the horizon about seven miles away but such a joy!
2 Feeling the warmth of the sun on my face and back when walking aroung Truro, smelling the hyacinths outside the Royal Cornwall Museum and hearing the seagulls’ cries, a sound which I love, reminding me how lucky I am to be living in Cornwall again.
3 Singing ‘Cornish Lads’ by Roger Bryant – it’s so good it gives me the shivers! Then, getting to grips with Fleet Foxes’ ‘White Winter Hymnal’ a most haunting set of harmonies. How I love my singing with all those voices of my friends.
1 I was thinking this morning about all the happy things I have found, thanks to Network Cornwall. Using the network, I have:
- found my kind and lovely piano teacher, Glynnis, who has been patiently teaching me for almost a year
- found our super painter, Veronika, who is on her second job for us
- been booked for a Baby Naming
- found our brilliant carpenter Jo, who has made us some unique and lovely shelving
- booked myself onto a photography class with Helen
- started French conversation this afternoon with Jackie
- bought and sold things
- sought and given advice
- given stuff away
- made new friends
- and got some followers for my Blog! Thank you all!
2 The hyacinths planted before Christmas are in bloom and sending their scent everywhere, even over the top of the paint smell!
3 I made a batch of Dan Lepard’s Marmite and Red Onion Scones this morning ( had no red onions so used two of our home grown shallots) Delicious buttered and warm straight out of the oven.