Water, water, everywhere, and not a drop to drink…
Water Water, another title from the list Maria Antonia has given us for #2022picoftheweek
Here’s the long shot:
Water, water, everywhere, and not a drop to drink…
Water Water, another title from the list Maria Antonia has given us for #2022picoftheweek
Here’s the long shot:
Twenty minutes on the garden
Just a little bit of weeding
It was that one at the back
Just out of reach
I stretched
Couldn’t straighten
Return of the bad back
31 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Return
One thousand days of walking, that’s what the story told. One thousand days from the west coast, where I was currently residing, to the east coast where I’d been sent to gather the shells. Yellow tourmaline shells, themselves the subject of many myths.
But something was amiss. I had counted the days. Two hundred and thirty-seven. Yet here I was at the east coast, the sun rising and blinding my eyes. And there, unless I was mistaken, was a yellow tourmaline shell – though I hadn’t realised they grew high upon stalks.
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Yes, that yellow blob is a flower…if you want to feature it
13th June 2022 is a day I shall always remember, as you shall see if you follow my steps around Wheatfen Reserve…
First, the caterpillars, little fluffy ones trying to hide behind a stem…
And big colourful ones…
And where there are caterpillars, you know there’ll be butterflies…
And then it flies off…
And then as we sit to eat our lunch, there is in front of us this…
We watch entranced as its body fills out, taking on its new form. Magical.
Sights like that don’t often greet us. I’m happy to share it with you
Found this on YouTube. It tells you everything you need to know about dragonflies & damsels
13th June, we walked from Hellington Corner, across country to the nature reserve to which TV Naturalist Ted Ellis devoted his life. Now to enter…
This is fenland, which means wet… a gridwork of channels helps keep the walking dry
Large areas of open water attract wildfowl in season…apparently this isn’t the season, although there are moorhens here (hiding)
A *wet* meadow thick with meadowsweet
Those channels are a haven for all kinds of wildlife…
Wooden walkways allow the visitor to remain dry-shod. Mostly
We can hear the creak of ropes and sails before we can see it. I hadn’t realised how close we were to the river
River Yare forms the eastern boundary to the reseve
A wide swathe cuts through the reeds…
And another wooden walkway through a wet woodland. It’s hot and steamy out there. We’re glad of the shade, a welcome respite before crossing the barley fields again
And that’s all folks for now. Hope you enjoyed.
Don’t forget to check out Tuesday Treat when we witness a truly magical event
So Hot, another title from the list Maria Antonia has given us for #2022picoftheweek
The merchant was gallant
Though backdated, maybe ancient
He was unfashionably dominant
Not quite the tyrant
But blunt
He’d say constant
And then add, adamant
Not a favourite with the ladies, I’d warrant
They looked away to views more distant
Some few were tolerant
Most were impatient
Cavalier, he’d say with a leer
A rake, they’d say and hope he’d disappear
Not heard of equality?
Madam, I AM that quality
He said, so flippant
74 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Flippant
I remember when you could wander there
When your feet walked on dry land
But that was back before the Waterers came.
Well, that’s what we called them
Always prophesying rising water
Change your ways, change your ways, else it’ll happen
Aye, and our lord will strike you down dead.
We didn’t believe those Waterer people
Didn’t want to change our ancestral ways
So the Waterers laid their curses on us
And the waters rose just as they said.
Now nought but the snakes live there.
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:
You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:
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