
He asked me which I’d rather see, the sun or the clouds.
I said clouds.
And so he gusted up a storm and blew the thick clouds over me.

He asked me which I’d rather see, the sun or the clouds.
I said clouds.
And so he gusted up a storm and blew the thick clouds over me.

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:
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
The flowers and fauna seen on our walk on 1st June 2021. Enjoy

Poppy…

One of the many cranesbills…

Buttercup… up close and personal…

Forget-me-nots… and stinging nettes

Pink Campion (which is a hybrid of white & red)

Above the common a kestrel waits…

I always think of this as Sorrel. But I think it’s more likely a Goosefoot or Orache…

But no doubt of this. Vetch

The female mallard in perfect camouflage…

Her male siblings are less so…

Not many flowers on the water-meadows except for this mistletoe found growing on a willow

Mistletoe… complete with berries
That’s all for this week. I’ve more to show you next week.

Ursula aka Junior
Ursula, well-formed and sleek
Sensuously rounded
Strong limbed in muscle and bone, coordination finely honed
Silken hair glossy black, thick down her back
Eyes liquid pools, deep, hot and inviting yet cool
Swift and supple, dextrous and agile
A stealthy hunter, a cunning and devious fisher
A courageous traipser of dangerous deserts, strong and resilient in climbing mountains; adventurous go out and getter, fearless when a forest-dweller
Will not be defeated nor yet conquered
An admirable specimen much sort after, Ursula Junior, everything a bear should be… but from a different galaxy
92 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Galaxy
June 1st. Summer is here. Two buses to get from Gt Yarmouth to Swardeston, but it’s worth it. We haven’t walked here since 2018. It’s almost like breaking new territory. And the sun shines on us while a gentle breeze cools us. (all images 1st June 2021)

A glimpse of a cottage lets us know the nature of the terrain

Anyone for cricket? This is the upper part of Swardeston Common

Reflections on the village pond

The “Lower” Common

And after breakfast… rest awhile (the water-meadow)

Hugging the meadows… arable fields where canola glows

Willow of course, this is riverside property. But what’s this? Mistletoe, too


We’re leaving the water meadow (where walking isn’t easy, so ridged and pitted by hooved foots)

Glimpsed before, now we walk alongside it

Everywhere are ponds and puddles and streams

Catbridge Lane. This seems a good place to stop for now. We’ll continue the walk next Sunday. See ouyou then

A Splash of Colour, another title achieved from the list provided for #2021picoftheweek provided by Maria Antonia

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #135
Look at them. Look! Think themselves a cut above, always sitting up.
Now, Mum, you know that’s not true.
No? Yet they sit up on their horses, sit up on their wagon when they go into town. And you saw them at harvest? They sat up at that table while we “humble harvesters” sat down. We sit down. Sit down by the fire, sit down while we mend and make do, sit down with the company of our own kind. Sit down. While they sit up.

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:
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
As I explained on Sunday, the op on my eye has kept me close to home. But that doesn’t mean no flowers! Enjoy.












A beautiful taste of spring before it edges into summer
Hope you enjoyed

Who would suspect him, a monk ten years in holy orders?
Although he had already lived 150.
His weapon of choice?
Not a blade or poison.
A chord of increasing volume.
Delivered within a Gregorian chant.
Crescendo.
37 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Crescendo
image from pixabay by Birgit Bollinger