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Sky, Sea and Kindness

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

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.


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Happy New Year To You All and A Poem

Thanks to Shelagh in Vermont for introducing me to this perfect poem for today, New Year Poem by May Sarton.

Let us step outside for a moment

As the sun breaks through clouds

And shines on wet new fallen snow,

And breathe the new air.

So much has died that had to die this year.
We are dying away from things.

It is a necessity—we have to do it

Or we shall be buried under the magazines,

The too many clothes, the too much food.

We have dragged it all around

Like dung beetles

Who drag piles of dung

Behind them on which to feed,

In which to lay their eggs.
Let us step outside for a moment

Among ocean, clouds, a white field,

Islands floating in the distance.

They have always been there.

But we have not been there.
We are going to drive slowly
And see the small poor farms,

The lovely shapes of leafless trees

Their shadows blue on the snow.

We are going to learn the sharp edge

Of perception after a day’s fast.
There is nothing to fear.

About this revolution…

Though it will change our minds.

Aggression, violence, machismo

Are fading from us

Like old photographs

Faintly ridiculous

(Did a man actually step like a goose

To instill fear?

Does a boy have to kill

To become a man?)
Already there are signs.

Young people plant gardens.

Fathers change their babies’ diapers

And are learning to cook.
Let us step outside for a moment.

It is all there

Only we have been slow to arrive

At a way of seeing it.

Unless the gentle inherit the earth

There will be no earth.


Posted by on January 1, 2017 in Beauty, Kindness


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Rumi, A Library and Blogging

One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald spring,

One smile can begin a friendship,

One hand can lift a soul,
One star can guide a ship at sea,
One word can frame the goal,
One sunbeam can light a room,
One candle can wipe out darkness,
One laugh can conquer gloom,
One hope can raise our spirits,
One touch can show you care,
One voice can wake up everybody,

One life can make the difference.

Be that one.

What beautiful words and sentiments from Rumi.

How is this for a library? It is in Kansas City, Missouri. Thank you, Rachel, for showing me this.

I have been blogging for FIVE years! Most days I have found three beautiful things, things that have made me smile and warmed my soul. There have been 1975 posts making about 5900 beautiful things and there are 1500 people who are following and, I hope, enjoying all the beauty in our lives. Thanks to all my lovely readers. 🙂 


Posted by on November 6, 2016 in America, architecture, Beauty, books


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Swifts, a Poem for Our Times

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……


Posted by on July 18, 2016 in Beauty


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Geranium, Vapour Trails and A Poem

Our white Geranium has some rogue petals that I like a lot.

The lovely Mr S noticed some interesting vapour trails in the sky this morning.

This poem pleases me. I hope you like it too. I find it quite delicious!

 Pretty Words by Elinor Morton Wylie

Poets make pets of pretty, docile words:

I love smooth words, like gold-enamelled fish

Which circle slowly with a silken swish,

And tender ones, like downy-feathered birds:

Words shy and dappled, deep-eyed deer in herds,

Come to my hand, and playful if I wish,

Or purring softly at a silver dish,

Blue Persian kittens fed on cream and curds. 

I love bright words, words up and singing early;

Words that are luminous in the dark, and sing;

Warm lazy words, white cattle under trees;

I love words opalescent, cool, and pearly,

Like midsummer moths, and honied words like bees,

Gilded and sticky, with a little sting. 


Posted by on July 6, 2016 in Beauty


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School Bench, Treat and John Donne

We collected T from school today and were pleased to see this delightful bench, just one of several in the yard. I used to love teaching with ‘Goodnight Mr Tom’, a novel by Michelle Magorian that was sure to touch hearts.

We had half an hour before T’s street dance class so went to a coffee shop nearby for treats. 

We all need people around us, especially in this time of such uncertainty. John Donne summed it up for us in  1624.



Posted by on June 28, 2016 in art, Beauty


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Purple, Train Journey and Delight

1 There’s a poem I’ve loved for a long time about wearing purple and behaving outrageously as you get older. This morning, as we were waiting for the train to come to London to babysit, I saw this vision in purple and loved that she hasn’t waited!


2. The five hour train journey from Cornwall to London is a delight to me – time to read and with the glorious English countryside going past outside the window.




3. We went with KJ to collect T from Nursery and when she saw us she ran across to give us hugs. What a delight!



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No Photos Today-Just a Haiku Word Picture of 5 Hours on the Train Through English Countryside From Cornwall to London

Landscape passing by,
Fields of green, hedges darker,
Emerald, olive.

Truro Cathedral-
Memories of being met,
Happy growing up.

Pale golden stubble,
Swiss rolls of hay, verdant fields,
Ploughed furrows.

Bell towers and spires,
Steeples, centre of village,
Places of worship.

Dead tree in a field,
Grey limbed branches reaching out
Solitary sculpture.

Michaelmas daisies
Pale blue hydrangea blossoms,
Last gasps of Summer.

White fluffy hedgerows,
Old Man’s Beard, Ragged Robin,
Red Autumn berries.

Riotous rugby,
Children’s playgrounds,old folks’ bowls,
All entertaining.

Coat-wearing horses,
Skipping goats and countless cows,
Deer with white bottoms.

Saltash in Cornwall
Platform too short for the train,
One door will open!

Yachts lined into tide,
Navy ships in for service,
Dinghies floating by.

Dawlish and Teignmouth,
Red cliffs and sunlight on waves,
Last views of the sea.

Free Pussy Riot!
Big graffiti on small bridge
In shocking pink paint.

Powderham Castle,
Thatched cottages, brick builds,
All homes of people.

Exeter Station,
Blue plaque to Royal Marine,
Killed, Afghanistan.

Many flooded fields,
Swollen over-full rivers,
Tumbling waterfalls.

Black faced sheep, shorn sheep,
Very white, exposed to all.
Unkind at end of Summer!

Westbury white horse
Carved into chalk hillside,
Been there for ever.

Penultimate stop-
Reading. London Paddington
Conurbation next.

Wonderful journey,
Observing lush countryside,
Composing Haiku!

Thank you for reading my Haiku journey!


Posted by on September 30, 2012 in poetry, postaday2012, Words


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Three Haiku – Raindrops, Mist and Onions

I have a number of blogging friends who write very pleasing poetry, some serious, some funny and some haiku. I thought I’d have fun with haiku today so here goes.

Rainbow raindrops, taken very early in the morning and I don’t know how I did it!

Rainbows in raindrops,

a magic misty morning,

Autumnal delights.

Early morning mist and horses, taken at the same time of day

Mist in the morning,

Two inquisitive horses,

One oblivious.

Onions and shallots

Our onions and shallots,

Golden and grown by us,

Plaited together.

These are for you, LouAnn and Meme and Brian and, of course, all my lovely readers, followers, likers and commenters – all really appreciated – thank you!


Posted by on September 7, 2012 in environment, Food, garden, growing, nature, poetry, Words


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Poetry, Sunshine and British Summer Time

1   As I came into the kitchen this morning I heard, on BBC Radio 4, one of my favourite lines of poetry –                ” Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”  The whole beautiful poem follows:

“Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”   W. B. Yeats

2   A fabulous singing session this evening with Claire Ingleheart, the last before she goes off to London to work with Wildworks as M.D. on their new production, ‘Babel’. We ended with ‘You are my sunshine’ which seemed kind of appropriate.

The Ingleheart Singers.

3   It was delightful to drive home from singing in daylight, with lots of glimpses of the sea, for the first time for months as we are now back on British Summer Time.


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