I love it when beautiful things come my way out of the blue. This poem by Nicolette Sowder and its lovely art work by Lucy Campbell turned up yesterday.
May we raise childrenwho love the unlovedthings – the dandelion, theworms & spiderlings.Children who sensethe rose needs the thorn
& run into rainswept daysthe same way theyturn towards sun…And when they’re grown &someone has to speak for thosewho have no voicemay they draw upon thatwilder bond, those days oftending tender thingsand be the ones.~ Nicolette Sowder
A couple of my dear readers commented on the beautiful and enormous pebbles on Penzance Promenade and I thought that they, and you, might like another picture where a different set of the sculptured pebbles, have been joined by real pebbles and seaweed thrown up by the last crazy storm. 
