A quiet morning watching Brave and sharing a bowl of popcorn followed by a busy afternoon scooting and walking to the park where tree climbing was the best fun.
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Knitting, Barcelona and Bristol
A parcel of baby clothes has been sent from Daughter no 3 for the soon-to-be-born Grandbaby twins. It contains little things that I have knitted over the last eight years for all of our Grandbabies so far and among those treasures I found the first tiny cardigan that I knitted in 1973 for our own first baby!
We left Barcelona this morning……..
…….. arriving in Bristol this afternoon where we picked up the car and are now in London with two more LiveWires. Our eldest daughter has arrived this evening and tomorrow the rest of the family will be here for a rather late family get together for Christmas!
Just before landing in Bristol, green fields of home!
Balcony, Oranges and Knitting
The sun shone on the Geraniums on this colourful balcony in Canovelles.
We love to see oranges growing in gardens here in Spain. We don’t see this at home in Cornwall.
Oldest LiveWire has completed the first square for her blanket for her baby brother and sister whose arrival we are still awaiting!
Winter Pansies, Jessour Agustson and Millionaires’ Shortbread
In Canovelles today we saw that the town’s gardeners had been out planting Winter Pansies to brighten up the area.
We found the fourth sculpture by Jessour Agustson today, a young man sitting on a bench with his laptop. We love the natural poses of these sculptures and feel sure there must be times when people speak to them!
Oldest LiveWire is going to write the next item as my Guest Blogger again.
This afternoon Granny and I made Millionaires’ Shortbread for my mummy as a treat. My mummy thought that it was so good, she called Billionaires’ Shortbread!
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.
