1 Solace to be found in a walk by the sea was needed this afternoon and Falmouth was the place. Crunching through the shingle, listening to the susurration of the waves, breathing in the sea air and investigating the rock pools combined to be balm for the soul. Click on any photo for an enlargement.
Beautiful striata in the rocks
Seaweed and sea snails in a rock pool
Heart shaped stone in the sand
Bright yellow sea snail in a rock pool
Anenemone waving in the wind disturbed rock pool
Delicate pink seaweed
2 The bluebells are beginning to come into bloom and are quite beautiful.
3 The sky became overcast and quite moody, then as we were leaving I spotted this sign inside the street seller’s stall.
Dark and moody sky
Sign that made me smile
For those of you following for some time, you’ll know that we have been expecting our next Grandbaby. She arrived on Wednesday evening but is very poorly indeed. Finding beautiful things has always been part of my coping strategy from the time when we ourselves had a desperately ill baby needing three operations on his heart (he survived), the loss of dear ones including my beloved Mum and Dad and my friend of 30 years, Kath, to whom this blog is dedicated and whenever extra strength is needed. Somehow, I will continue to find the strength, the beauty and hope. Forgive me if I don’t get around to reading and commenting for a while.
As I was collecting everything for making Carrot cakes this morning, I realised how beautifully colourful the whole process was from the nearly white flour with the spices in, to the taupe of the soft brown sugar, the golden yellow of the eggs with a swirl of burnt umber of vanilla to the deep orange of the mixture with flecks of brighter orange carrot to the shiny golden brown of the baked buns! All very beautiful!
1 T loves the little chair that, 40 years ago, belonged to our eldest and chose a small book from my cookery shelves to read this morning.
2 This beautiful Hellebore was in a neighbour’s garden and today we have sun! It was remarkable shining through the deep purple.
3 We all met for lunch at Miss Peapod’s today and there were Cornish daffodils for sale. I bought some for KJ to take home tomorrow to remind her of these lovely few days in Cornwall.
4 This afternoon, while T and her Mum slept the afternoon away, still suffering with the virus, we went off to Mylor, one of our favourite places (of which more tomorrow) This Mallard’s colours were beautifully lit up by the sun.
1 The streets of Carharrack, the village I go to for my piano lesson each week, are lined with daffodils, which even on the greyest and coldest of March days as this has been, make me smile.
Near the road sign
2 I’ve finished off the smallest of the cardigans I’m making for our new Grand-baby due in just over three weeks. Two more to sew up now. This cardigan, like the others, has mother-of-pearl buttons from my Grandfather’s collection – the baby’s Great, Great, Grandfather! I really love that!
First size cardigan
3 A simple supper tonight of Stuffed Tomatoes – delicious with a spinach salad with a balsamic dressing.
1 From the window of the Zed Shed while other parts were being learned, I was looking at the beautiful yacht, the mast of which I showed you a few weeks ago. The beautiful graining on this wooden pulley block caught my eye.
2 Every week, some friends in the choir bring their fresh eggs to sell. These ones were particularly beautiful in their variety of colours and are now sitting in our old wooden egg holder in the bottom row.
3 Some years ago I ‘wrote’ another blog and today found a comment saying how inspirational it is! The words in the blog were not mine. Let me explain by giving you some of the first post here:
July 11th 2009
Today, while sorting some of my late Father’s papers, I came across an envelope marked Suffragette’s Diary and I began to read. Serendipity indeed – the entries begin on July 12th 1909, one hundred years ago come tomorrow. What follows is a transcript of the Diary, written by an unknown Suffragette, who was imprisoned in Holloway , along with a number of other window breakers. I have used only initials for the other prisoners though they are in the Diary in full. The only name we don’t know is that of the author.
As my Great Grandmother was a Suffragette, also imprisoned in Holloway, I have a particular interest and intend to read, transcribe and publish each day so don’t yet know how the story will unfold.
If you have time and interest, do go along and have a read. It is utterly fascinating! Please comment and let me know how it affects you.
P.S. I promised to let you know how much The Suitcase Singers raised for Comic Relief with our Goodbye Gig last Saturday – £111.41 from ticket sales,a small auction and contributions. Brilliant! That’s £161.41 altogether with the cake sales. Thank you so much to all concerned.
1 There was a very heavy frost this morning , the first day of Spring, and as it melted, it dripped from the fennel in one of our chimney-pot planters.
Frost on the fennel, melting
2 Lovely friends came round for supper last night and brought this beautiful primrose which will be planted out near the new Silver Birch. As M said, one can never have too many primroses and that is so right!
Present of Primroses, their centres matching the clementines behind
3 We stomped around The Great Flat Lode this afternoon. Beautiful moss, bark, views, reflections in muddy puddles and near the end, a bank of opening Lesser Celandines. I love the auburn outside of the petals which almost matches the dry autumny leaves. This beautiful flower is also known as Spring Messenger which is just the perfect name for a flower I found today.
Moss covered tree
Bark and moss
Gorse with sea on the horizon
Clouds in a puddle
P.S. *** I have a Guest Post over at Choc Chip’s blog while she’s doing her exams http://gobakeyourself.wordpress.com/ Pop over and have a look. I just love Uru’s blog. She’s only 17 and just look at what she does !
1 Coming home from town this morning, I walked on the other side of the road to be in the sun, which was warm, and noticed this lovely twisted tree trunk in the midst of the bright green new growth of Crocosmia.
Twisted tree trunk
2 These two are often in the tree outside our bedroom window. I like to think that they are a couple much in love! Does anyone know if they do, indeed, mate for life as swans do?
3 The Gig tonight is to say Goodbye to one of our lovely choir members who is off to Glasgow. She will be taking her special Choir-baby, T, with her of course and we will miss them both so much. We’ll also be raising money for Red Nose Day.
Poster for 15th March
I’m posting early because of the Gig which I will report on tomorrow.