Still taking things easy so here are some photos from 11th November 2018 when my choir went to St Ives to sing around some very special sand art.
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Still taking things easy so here are some photos from 11th November 2018 when my choir went to St Ives to sing around some very special sand art.
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A good friend has sent a photo of a beautifully crafted post box topper made to mark Remembrance Day. It’s another lovely piece of creativity and I am delighted to see that there is a Land Girl being honoured here too.
Sometimes at Roots, there are too many seedlings so when they have all been planted to fill their spaces, some are left over and we are invited to give them a home. I brought home a selection last Tuesday and today, in glorious sunshine (the anticyclonic gloom has left Cornwall) I planted them out. At Roots they’ve been planted in poly tunnels and so they may not survive in our garden though I have put plastic covers over them to look after them the best I can.

We wear white poppies that we get from The Peace Pledge Union which promotes peace. The white poppy commemorates all people who died in conflict, soldiers and civilians, and focuses on achieving peace and challenging the way we look at war.
I have been given a commission! I am to make three angels, hopefully incorporating the jewels given to me to use. I have made a start today and the first two are looking very promising. 
It’s almost Remembrance Day and today I passed some lovely knitted poppies in a local village so I stopped to get a photo. 
We wear white poppies that we get from The Peace Pledge Union which promotes peace. The white poppy commemorates people who died in conflict, soldiers and civilians, and focuses on achieving peace and challenging the way we look at war.
There are many war poems to choose from. I like the simplicity of this one, Perhaps by Vera Brittain, its honesty and the fact that it applies to the death of anyone dear at any time, not just in wartime. I posted another favourite poem for today here in 2012.
Perhaps, by Vera Brittain
(Dedicated to her fiance Roland Aubrey Leighton, who was killed at the age of 20 by a sniper in 1915, four months after she had accepted his marriage proposal)
Perhaps some day the sun will shine again,
And I shall see that still the skies are blue,
And feel once more I do not live in vain,
Although bereft of You.Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet
Will make the sunny hours of spring seem gay,
And I shall find the white May-blossoms sweet,
Though You have passed away.Perhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright,
And crimson roses once again be fair,
And autumn harvest fields a rich delight,
Although You are not there.Perhaps some day I shall not shrink in pain
To see the passing of the dying year,
And listen to Christmas songs again,
Although You cannot hear.But though kind Time may many joys renew,
There is one greatest joy I shall not know
Again, because my heart for loss of You
Was broken, long ago.
In a neighbour’s garden, after the solemnity of the morning, these flower pots made us smile.