From Froward Point
Grey craggy Mew Stone
suspended in the ocean
like a dragons crest
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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week# 136
Julia took her husband for a birthday treat a few days ago and it brought back fifty year old memories, so her prompt this week is . . . it was fifty years ago.
Walking to way back when
The 4th year boys played ‘A Life on the Ocean Waves’, on assorted instruments and straggled around the grass, tripping over their feet as they concentrated on their fingers. Heavitree church bells chimed twice, signalling for the headmaster, Mr Knowles, to bellow,
‘Miss Rhiendorp’s girls, line up for the first race.’
I took the spoon, carefully balanced the egg and launched straight ahead. Lesley was right beside me, until she dropped her egg; Jane Sheldon dashed past, but fell over just before the end. I won!
It was fifty years ago, the sports field seems smaller now, I’ve walked its length in a flash of memory.
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Thursday Tanka: Reds And Violets
Celestine used my photo to write a tanka, I love it thanks Celestine 🙂
A little tanka to make your day. 🙂 The photo is by kind permission from Gilly. Thanks sis. 🙂
Reds And Violets
among the lush greens
a peek of reds and violets
rendering me mute
this bouquet of a smile, love
pulsates my breathe with fire
Copyright © Celestine Nudanu (22/05/14)I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom.
Lazy Poet’s Thursday Haiku
Leaving the Seclusion Room: A Journey to the Far Side of Sanity and Back Again
It’s Mental health month, please take the time to read and share Kathryn’s post, it’s so important for people to gain some understanding.
Thank you, LG
I will forever associate spring with an up-close-and-personal encounter with crazy, with losing my mind in an over-the-top kind of way. And, indeed, my March Madness of 1990 ended life as I knew it.
Spring brings many forms of madness.
A university writing instructor, I was suffering through what should have been a relaxing spring break, when I began to crumble. In Oklahoma the branches were barely budding, when I started obsessing over trees and their ability to lead me elsewhere, wherever there was. I imagined it was a dimension parallel to the world around me.
A parallel place–
I wanted desperately to go there, and it was that longing that ached me into action. It muscled me forward, compelling me to bring bare branches indoors and decorate my walls with them. (I kid you not.) It seemed I was suddenly and acutely aware, as the sculptural quality of those limbs stunned and…
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Weekly Photo Challenge: Spring
It’s photo challenge day from the Daily Post at WordPress and the theme is spring.
I seem to have been posting photos of spring a lot recently but I can always find more. Spring comes early in my neck of the woods, the south west of England is warmed by the gulf stream, so it’s here by February -oh yes it is, as far as I’m concerned anyway, so that’s when I start looking for signs, in whatever daylight I can grab. February’s picture was taken on a lunchtime stroll close to where I work. 
Daffodils are sending up their elegant green stems and tiny wild violets are in flower. If you’re lucky and the sun is on them the perfume is lovely. March is a snakeshead fritillary, one of my favourite spring flowers – I know I have many, many favourites!
Doesn’t she look shabby chic in her printed spring frock?
April, and delicate little cyclamen shine out, among all the yellows and blues in a spring garden.
They look like they are waving with happiness in the sunshine.
May is here, the last month of spring, summer will be here before the month is out. 
Columbine, or Aquilegia if you prefer, are all over the garden right now. I like this colour but they don’t always come true and tend to revert to a pale mauve pink or white as they self seed. They are lovely little dancers whatever shade, and the bees love to visit them.
Will you join in this week? http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/spring-2/
Lazy Poet’s Thursday Haiku
Bower blossom
Fragrant clematis
Most bountiful of blossom
draping the bower
Next Be Creative Weekend
Feel like getting in touch with your creative side? perhaps find some inspiration to try something new? Pop over to visit Myfanwy and learn how you can make a start with just 15 spare minutes this weekend. I’ve done it twice now and love it!
So, what are you doing this weekend? How about joining us for a weekend of creativity from 2nd – 4th May? As in previous events prompts will be posted here at regular intervals. You can join in with any – or all of them – or just qualify by doing SOMETHING CREATIVE for a minimum of 15 minutes. The prompts are exactly that – PROMPTS! How you interpret them is up to you. If you haven’t already done so I recommend that you follow the blog (email link in the sidebar) so that you don’t miss anything. Come and join us on Facebook too. More details and the link here.
A Garden by the River Dart
My last post from Greenway focuses on the garden. A lovely relaxing place, like most gardens it’s at it’s best in high summer but still plenty to see in April. Views of the river Dart are ever present and often make you stop and draw breathe.
Here are a few photos, click for a larger view and enjoy!
The Passion
Earlier in the week I learnt that Exeter was staging The Passion in the streets today, so camera armed I went to see the event. It began with a service in the Cathedral and a procession through the town. I found it in Bedford Square and got a space close to the front of a big crowd of people. 
where this lady was the signing interpreter. 
and a Roman soldier really looked the part. 
Mary’s tears washed the feet of Jesus. 
Judas betrayed Jesus to the scribes and Pharisees. 
Elders of the tribe watched
While a blind man told how Jesus had restored his sight. 
Then Jesus was brought to the council of High Priests.
Je was taken before Pontius Pilate, who spoke with Jesus, then asked the people three times, why Jesus should be crucified.
The crowd only shouted ‘Crucify him’
And Jesus was taken away
with Judas looking on.
He carried a cross to ‘Calvary’
Where common thieves were also to be crucified.
He was nailed to the cross
he prayed to God the Father until he gave his life
and his body was taken down.
You know the rest of the story.
Lucid Gypsy 