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Well, it's nearly the end of November and the daily blogging challenge, so it's nearly December and of course I still buy my children Advent Calendars. The chocolate thing is very new to me. I grew up in the 1960s and I was grateful just to open a window and see a donkey or a… Continue reading Advent Calendars: Weekly Photo Challenge
We have mushrooms or toadstools growing in our garden. When our daughter was little, she told us these were fairies' houses and they needed water to make them grow so that the fairies would have more room. Recently I found a letter she'd put into a box and left next to the mushrooms: Dear Fairies I have… Continue reading Fairies in the garden
This week's photo challenge at WordPress is 'Tiny'. I put a pea in the picture to show you how tiny the smallest doll is. We have quite a few sets of these Babushka Dolls as my daughter used to collect them. I suppose the picture really should be thumbnail To see everyone else's take on… Continue reading Tiny: smaller than a pea
Day Four of NaBloPoMo and NanoPoblano and the Weekly Photo Challenge at WordPress has arrived to save the day. Hurray! (how am I going to make it to day 30?!) Chaos is this week's photo challenge theme, a state of mind, being and household arrangements never far from my life (I live with two teenagers). Nor… Continue reading The chaos of an untidied garden
It's been a long time since I took part in the Weekly Photo Challenge at WordPress which, this week, is 'Dialogue' (http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/dialogue/). The idea of placing two images next to each other to tell a story appealed to me. As a writer, I'm longing to tell you what the story of these two pictures is… Continue reading Talking Pictures
This week's photo challenge, 'On the Move', has made me think of all the time I've spent (years, probably, if I added it up) staring through the windows of buses and trains. The photo of my son, taken several years ago while we were on holiday in Devon when he was about eight years old, could… Continue reading Glassy-eyed, on the move, between places
Josephine Corcoran 