Monthly Archives: April 2023

Reviewing the Reviews

Posted on April 8, 2023 by crispina kemp

Did you watch Amazon Prime’s Rings of Power? No, me neither. But I have seen several reviews on YouTube and…wow! The reviewers’ major criticism concerns what the writers have done with Galadriel. I understand it though their reason is beyond … Continue reading →

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CCC230: Another Bridge

Posted on April 6, 2023 by crispina kemp

Another bridge To span another chasm Another bridge To bring estranged friends together Another bridge Over river, over road, over rail Another bridge, the highlights of the trail

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge # 230

Posted on April 5, 2023 by crispina kemp

Here’s how it works: Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.) You respond with something CREATIVE Here are some suggestions: An answering photo A cartoon A joke A caption An anecdote A short story (flash … Continue reading →

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Tuesday Treats: Spring Marches On

Posted on April 4, 2023 by crispina kemp

More flowers from our walk on 1st March… Hope you enjoyed the flowers. It’s always good to see them in our hedgerows and woodlands at this season

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Sunday Picture Post: Detoured

Posted on April 2, 2023 by crispina kemp

Last week we left our walk to take a slight detour, but deep sticky mud curtailed that. And so we turn around, to Burlingham Woods and Burlingham Church… White Blackthorn blossoms in every hedgerow The woodland walk to the church … Continue reading →

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A Spring Epiphany

Posted on April 1, 2023 by crispina kemp

Kitchen View, one of the titles from Maria Antonia’s #2023picofthe week

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My Little Bro

Posted on April 1, 2023 by crispina kemp

Recalcitrant Defiant Pig-headed and stubborn (aren’t they the same thing?) Trampling through the delicate gardens Of other peoples’ feelings Never listening to warnings He’s been told Told in cursive, italic and bold Told in asides, whispered and loud He’s been … Continue reading →

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