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Feather, Clematis and A Welsh Dragon

A delicate white feather became caught on the seed pods of a Crocosmia.

Feather

Lady Betty Balfour Clematis is one of my favourites. It is flowering rather early this year as it is supposed to bloom in September.

Lady Betty Balfour

A number of The Ingleheart Singers have been to meet the two Welsh choirs who are visiting us from Port Talbot for our Grand Annual Concert tomorrow. As I was leaving the car park of their hotel,  I noticed the sunset reflection in their coach window above the magnificent Welsh Dragon.

Welsh dragon

 
 

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Spider, Frog and Singing

It has been very Autumnal in the garden today and I noticed several spiders busy in their webs. This was the only successful photo though as they were constantly on the move.

Araneus diadematus

European Garden Spider or Cross Orb-Weaver

A frog has turned up in a tub of water on the patio. There are stones there so he can get out but I am hoping he is okay.

Green frog

The new singing term started with The Inglehearts tonight and was such a joy. We have all missed our session. Tonight we learned a new song for World Peace Day on 21st September when we will be performing in Truro.

Lo yisa goi el goi cherev

Lo yil m’du od milchama

Lo yisa goi el goi cherev

Lo yil m’du od milchama

Lo yisa goi el goi cherev

Lo yil m’du od milchama

Lo yisa goi el goi cherev

Lo yil m’du od milchama

Nation will not lift up sword against nation, nor will they learn war any more.

Thank you, Claire.

 

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Rehearsals in St Euny Churchyard

It is less than two weeks to the start of our production of ‘Until the Day Break’!  Today was a choir rehearsal with The Ingleheart Singers and The Red River Singers for the whole route, planning who should sing where – very exciting! There were small character rehearsals going on too so here is a gallery to give you a flavour of our beautiful afternoon. Click on any photo for more detail.

 

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St Piran’s Day, Singing and Marching for Our NHS

St Piran’s day is tomorrow and there have been parades all over Cornwall today. In Redruth, the rain held off just for the duration of the parade. The theme is both St Piran represented by his flag, black with a white cross,  and daffodils. Every local school takes part and the whole event is one of joy.

The start of the Parade with Redruth’s mascot, Tolgus the Lamb leading.

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As part of the celebrations, my choir had been asked to sing Cornish songs and though the audience was quite small they were very enthusiastic.

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I had to leave the performance early to catch the train to Truro, a train it turned out, which was full of people coming up from Penzance to the Save Our NHS March. There were tens of thousands marching in London and several hundred of us in Truro. This photo was taken at the end as the crowd is beginning to leave.

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Love, Bosses and A Warmup 

The world is in such great need of love – we can each do our bit and be willing to practise.

This evening my choirs have sung in a very beautiful building, The Alverton Hotel in Truro which was a convent in a previous life. I loved the bosses on the ceiling.

We did our warmup in The Great Hall, another beautiful room.

 
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Renghan Reveya, Christmas Tree and Thich Naht Hanh

A couple of days ago I asked if anyone had good ideas of how to use the beautiful little Fairytale Aubergines that I had just bought. Well, the greengrocer did! He had put a recipe book on the stall open at the page for Renghan Reveya, Round Aubergine Satay. What a brilliant feast-like meal we have just enjoyed! The recipe has been taken from Prashad Cookbook: Indian Vegetarian Cooking by Kaushy Patel. What a find!

Tonight The Ingleheart Singers have sung for the switching on of the tree lights in Troon. It was a delightful affair.

Troon's Christmas tree

Troon’s Christmas tree

The following words are so important to remember and resonate with me just at the moment. Help in the form of love and kindness is what everyone needs to help through the suffering. Love to all my readers.

Think on this

Think on this

 

 

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Baby Hats, Singing and Ted Hughes

I have finished the two Christmas Tree hats in case the twin Grand-babies arrive earlier than expected! The colours of the stars were chosen by their excited big sister.

Tree hats

Tree hats

Last night The Ingleheart Singers and The Suitcase singers sang carols for the Open Evening at Krowji where all the artists’ studios were open and it was a brilliant evening.

Singing for the artists

Singing for the artists

We are having some bitterly cold times and this poem by Ted Hughes came to mind. I just love all the similes. I hope you enjoy it too.

The Warm and the Cold – Ted Hughes

Freezing dusk is closing
    Like a slow trap of steel
On trees and roads and hills and all
    That can no longer feel.
        But the carp is in its depth
          Like a planet in its heaven.
        And the badger in its bedding
          Like a loaf in the oven.
        And the butterfly in its mummy
          Like a viol in its case.
        And the owl in its feathers
          Like a doll in its lace.

Freezing dusk has tightened
    Like a nut screwed tight
On the starry aeroplane
    Of the soaring night.
        But the trout is in its hole
          Like a chuckle in a sleeper.
        The hare strays down the highway
          Like a root going deeper.
        The snail is dry in the outhouse
          Like a seed in a sunflower.
        The owl is pale on the gatepost
          Like a clock on its tower.

Moonlight freezes the shaggy world
    Like a mammoth of ice –
The past and the future
    Are the jaws of a steel vice.
        But the cod is in the tide-rip
          Like a key in a purse.
        The deer are on the bare-blown hill
          Like smiles on a nurse.
        The flies are behind the plaster
          Like the lost score of a jig.
        Sparrows are in the ivy-clump
          Like money in a pig.

Such a frost
    The flimsy moon
        Has lost her wits.

          A star falls.

The sweating farmers
    Turn in their sleep
        Like oxen on spits.

 

 

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