1 Getting held up in the traffic on the way to singing in Penryn this morning allowed me to get a photo of this lovely old window in Ponsanooth.
2 L, who moved to Glasgow, visited choir this morning with her lovely boys. We sang the little one to sleep in M’s arms.
3 With all the daffodils that we see as we drive around Cornwall at the moment and that I have been showing you, I thought this poem a good one to share.
Fair Daffodils, we weep to seeYou haste away so soon;As yet the early-rising sunHas not attain’d his noon.Stay, stay,Until the hasting dayHas runBut to the even-song;And, having pray’d together, weWill go with you along.We have short time to stay, as you,We have as short a spring;As quick a growth to meet decay,As you, or anything.We dieAs your hours do, and dryAway,Like to the summer’s rain;Or as the pearls of morning’s dew,Ne’er to be found again.