Hi everybody, hope your weekend was good, mine was a matter of lovely walks, clearing the garden of the final windfalls, too wet to mow the lawn and more knitting of my advent calendar, couldnt sleep on Friday night so knitted the angel for the top of the tree! Sorry for the lack of posts last week, I got a couple of jobs that took a lot longer than I anticipated and consequently my laptop didn't get switched on for days, most things I can do from my phone, but I have yet to find out how to edit my blog.
For those with gluten allergies I saw a really good way to make a white sauce yesterday, the secret is to replace the flour with agar agar and let the sauce get cold and set, once set, whizz to a smooth consistency heat and add flavouring. I will try and find the exact recipe, I saw this on Australian Masterchef with Heston Blumenthal.
Finding patterns for beautiful knits and quilts on line, I really cannot believe what a wealth of information there is out there, I keep on finding more and more, and veritable treasure trove of wonderful information.
Of course today is Armistice Day, remembered throughout the world for the many lives lost in the wars fought for our liberty and still being fought today. So it would be remiss of me not to mention it and share a little known poem written by a schoolboy about hope. I will be back tomorrow, thank you for your patience and for reading this and have a wonderful day wherever in the world you are.
Siwzy
Its soft white feathers flutter in the wind,
Gliding gently over fields
And countries torn by war,
It has no idea of the fighting below,
Its soft white feathers flutter in the wind,
Its eyes are heavy,
Visions lie heavy in its mind,
The poppy fields glide past,
Its soft white feathers flutter in the wind,
They feel the blasts,
The pain,
The black mass that engulfs the men,
Its soft white feathers flutter in the wind,
Children crying for their fathers,
After reading letters of loss,
The endless sombre parades,
Its soft white feathers flutter in the wind,
Love lies underneath,
Blood red poppies scattered below,
The folded feathers float onto the poppy fields.
Its soft white feathers flutter in the wind,
Launched by a child, off mountains high,
Watched by millions,
A peace spreader,
A hope bringer,
Only soft white paper feathers fall in the wind,
From The Paper Dove.
Mark
Age 14 (2010)
Heckmondwike Grammar School
Yorkshire, UK
Published with the permission of his parents.
Gliding gently over fields
And countries torn by war,
It has no idea of the fighting below,
Its soft white feathers flutter in the wind,
Its eyes are heavy,
Visions lie heavy in its mind,
The poppy fields glide past,
Its soft white feathers flutter in the wind,
They feel the blasts,
The pain,
The black mass that engulfs the men,
Its soft white feathers flutter in the wind,
Children crying for their fathers,
After reading letters of loss,
The endless sombre parades,
Its soft white feathers flutter in the wind,
Love lies underneath,
Blood red poppies scattered below,
The folded feathers float onto the poppy fields.
Its soft white feathers flutter in the wind,
Launched by a child, off mountains high,
Watched by millions,
A peace spreader,
A hope bringer,
Only soft white paper feathers fall in the wind,
From The Paper Dove.
Mark
Age 14 (2010)
Heckmondwike Grammar School
Yorkshire, UK
Published with the permission of his parents.
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