photo by Rudy and Peter Skitterians on pixabay
The way he cleared the site… that was thorough
The clearings sorted into piles, biodegradable and non-perishable
The way he loaded the metals and plastics into the skip… that was admirable
The way he constructed a bonfire, safe so the flames wouldn’t spread… that was neighbourly
The way he mounded the lighter organic materials to be composted… that was masterly
The way he levelled the ground now cleared… that was careful
The way he measured and drove in the pegs… that was skilful
But the way he dug that hole… that was abysmal
93 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Abysmal
The birch, first amongst trees, seems to be host to every species of fungus… seems to be.
photo taken 8th October 2019
This one’s a birch polypore, though not in its usual hoof-shaped form. Truly, I felt sorry for the tree, to have such a growth bursting forth.
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Tagged Fung, Photos
Walking around town… mostly all I’ve done these last two months… and this caught my eye. So I stood a while and reflected: This might make a good shot.
Great Yarmouth Fire Station: 31st December 2019
Reflection, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #67
There is a mill upon the fen
Beloved of troll, shunned by men
Never a grain was grinded there
But water raised from flood to mere
All the work of boggarts and trolls
But don’t let on, you’ll scare our souls
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 cartoon
- A joke
- A caption
- An anecdote
- A short story (flash fiction)
- A poem
- A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
- An essay
- A song—the lyrics or the performance
You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:
- Your creative offering is indeed yours
- Your writing is kept to 150 words or less
If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)
Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN.
Tunstall Dyke Smock Mill, built ca. 1900, restored in 1994
Featured in a post I wrote back in April 2017, The Two Mills of Tunstall
The stones of Avebury: image by Tim Bigger
Opinions were divided on the nature of the village stones.
Were they carried here by giants to be sculpted in an ancient competition; said competition abandoned before any had completed a sculpture?
Or were they beasts and beings, rejected and discarded when they failed the creator god’s inspection?
Or had the moderns the answer and the stones were the remnants of an ancient seabed, trundled here by the trek of glaciers?
71 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt
In truth, Avebury’s stones are Cloud Stones: creatures caught in the act of becoming… as any who look at that sky will realise 🙂
I doubt there’s a gardener alive who’ll be happy to see this fungus spreading along the branches of fruit bushes and nut trees…
Coral spot, a fungal infestation
If you happen to see it in your garden, I found this link with advice on how to treat it and limit its spread.
Of course, if you see it in the wilds, it looks quite pretty.
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Tagged Fungi, Photos
The weather hasn’t been favourable for long walks along green lanes. But I found this lurking nearby…
Cranesbill-geranium and possibly narcissus: 14th Feb 2020
Greenery, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek
My latest author interview over afternoon tea is with Crispina Kemp. Crispina is a very talented author whose amazing stories I’ve had the opportunity to beta read. With her epic five-book historical fantasy series due for release next month, I was excited to be able to put my ten questions to her. So grab a […]
via Afternoon Tea with Crispina Kemp — Sammi Loves Books
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #66
Gaoler, Gaoler, with your ring of keys
Gaoler, Gaoler, with your scorn of thieves
Gaoler, with that greed in your eyes
Gaoler, with your slippery lies
Gaoler, with your hand held out
thinking from me that you’ll get aught
Gaoler, Gaoler, ditch your hopes
The Crown peels your pay
Not the prisoners you take for dopes