Signs of Spring and gloves

These were made with Fyberspates BFL sock yarn. Beautifully soft and lovely to knit with. I am rather obsessed with making fingerless gloves at the moment - these I have given to my daughter. I've got two other pairs on the go even though we are heading into spring!



Signs of spring are everywhere


These pictures were taken at the Uni - the campus in Penryn, part if which used to be the grounds of an old convent.

Trees

Beautiful trees in the woods at Mawnan Smith where we went for a walk on Sunday, there was a feeling of spring all around - almost humming. I am going to do more walking this year I've decided, Meg the dog will be pleased.


In the above picture there is an image of a Green Man - I didn't see him while I was there but only when I looked at the photo.

Swans

Today, as I was getting in to the car to go to work, four swans flew over the rooftops heading north/north west. It was one of those moments when you catch your breath with the beauty. They were flying really low and looked so big with their necks stretched right out. On Valentine's day too - I feel very lucky to have been there at that moment to see them.

Happy Meg

After going to the Earth Mysteries fair I took Meg for a walk to ground myself and ponder. It was very wet and muddy with signs of spring happening and daffodils nearly out in some places.

Snow in Cornwall

On Monday night we had snow! It is so unusual in Falmouth - loads of people were out in the streets having snowball fights and building snowmen. There was a real party atmosphere. I took these pictures the next morning as I walked to work. By the evening most of it had melted.

Imbolc

We've had a beautiful day here in this part of Cornwall and I found these snowdrops. Everything is now covered in a blanket of snow.

Imbolc seems like a good time to start this blog, readers are very welcome, please forgive me if my posts are not always regular. This blog is part of my wanting to take more care to notice the things around me, particularly the changing of the seasons happening around me.





Here is a poem for Imbolc. Thanks to Ambermoggie for letting me know about this.

A Brigid's Girdle - for Adele
by Seamus Heaney

Last time I wrote I wrote from a rustic table
Under magnolias in South Carolina
As blossoms fell on me, and a white gable
As clean-lined as the prow of a white liner

Bisected sunlight in the sunlit yard.
I was glad of the early heat and the first quiet
And a delicious, articulate

Flight of small plinkings from a dulcimer
Like feminine rhymes migrating to the north
Where you faced the music and the ache of summer
And earth's foreknowledge gathered in the earth.

Now it's St Brigid's Day and the first snowdrop
In County Wicklow, and this a Brigid's Girdle
I'm plaiting for you, an airy fairy hoop
(Like one of those old crinolines they'd trindle),

Twisted straw that's lifted in a circle
To handsel and to heal, a rite of spring
As strange and lightsome and traditional
As the motions you go through going through the thing.