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A Song for This Morn

Posted on December 25, 2019 by crispina kemp

Happy Christmas, one and all. While there are countless songs for this season, secular and religious, this one is sure to have you singing along… a great way to start this day…

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His Sister’s New Boyfriend

Posted on December 23, 2019 by crispina kemp

Robby sat back in his sister Lisa’s armchair and watched. He didn’t much rate Lisa’s new boyfriend. A bit fly, a trumpeter. Robby had already clocked the tree. “Where’d yer get that?” “I have contacts.” Hmm. Now he was doling … Continue reading →

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Sunday Fungi: Fly Away

Posted on December 22, 2019 by crispina kemp

And can we have Christmas without Fly Agaric? But who’s been eating off the *fly*? From the Rhine to the Volga and beyond, the Fly Agaric was long the symbol of Christmas. It is the red of the baubles on … Continue reading →

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Pop a Poppy

Posted on December 21, 2019 by crispina kemp

The Winter Solstice and I seek a suitable photo both for that and for Maria’s #2019picoftheweek challenge. And have to flip the calendar back to summer… The vibrant red of the common field poppy, *popped* against washed-out grey foliage, makes … Continue reading →

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Song of the Solstice

Posted on December 21, 2019 by crispina kemp

Dead Dame of the Solstice, rise from your coffin Shine light in my heart, your heat on my skin Rise from the southlands, rise into the heavens Fill me with light though cold winter begins. Daughter of Dawn, your bright … Continue reading →

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CCC#58: A Strange Land

Posted on December 19, 2019 by crispina kemp

Sedge ran his finger across the shiny surface. Strange, despite it was wet, it wasn’t cold. He knuckle-rapped it. And neither had it the sound of ice. Yet there was his wren-stone visible within it, and someone’s lost arrowheads. He … Continue reading →

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #58

Posted on December 18, 2019 by crispina kemp

Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN 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 … Continue reading →

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The Tasmanian Devil

Posted on December 16, 2019 by crispina kemp

It wasn’t a massive boat. But neither was it small. A trimaran… claimed safe in all waters. And by the looks of the clouds that now amassed on the horizon, that claim was about to be tested. Me, wimp, wanted … Continue reading →

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Fibre Caps

Posted on December 15, 2019 by crispina kemp

At a distance — i.e. while standing close by — these look like any other mushroom-formed fungus. Ah, but when we move in close… Undeniably a fibre cap!

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Odd Associations

Posted on December 14, 2019 by crispina kemp

Not quite opposites, but one’s in flower, one’s in berry so… Together they clamber through the hedgerows and climb the trees. While the photo was taken in October, the combination of red berries (hips) and ivy leaves are suggestive of … Continue reading →

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