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Summertime begins ….

The clocks go forward tomorrow.  Daffodils, pussy-willow, forsythia and mahonia are brightening up the garden.  Pansies are budding and the magnolia buds are about to burst.  It must be spring.  Plenty of frogspawn this year too.

We have had bright days but cold east winds, not uncommon for this time of year.  I only have two  more assignments to complete before the big EMA and another year’s study will be complete.

My February assignment was fascinating – the Benin Bronzes.

A completely new subject for me but so worthwhile being able to go and see the bronzes in the British Museum.

The next assignment is due at the beginning of April.  I have a choice, Cultural Exemptions or the Short Story.   I had intended to select the short story option but a sudden change of mind and I am going for the philosophy one which will be a challenge but isn’t that what study should be – challenging!

Then only one more assignment – a reflective essay – before the big EMA.  There are three options but I’m still undecided which one to choose.  Will it be sacred places, the seaside resort or rational recreation?

Weekly Photo Challenge – UP

On a warm summer’s day there’s nothing I like better than to watch cotton wool billows of cumulus drift across the blue. so it was very tempting to put up a selection of clouds.  However, here instead are things we look up to, buildings, trees and anything reaching for the sky.  It’s surprising what you can see if you look up.  There are also some images of things that reach for the sky, like the fountain and the kite.  I was not responsible for the skiers, just scanned it from an old postcard.

March 21st – The first day of Spring

For once, it really does look like spring as I look out of my window.  The sky is blue, no clouds, the pussy-willows are fat and fluffy dancing in the breeze and the gold spikes of the forsythia are glowing in the sun.  I can just see the pink of the flowering currant bobbing about in the distance.  There is a bit of a breeze but after all it is March.  It’s also my birthday.  Forgive me for sharing this with you.  I feel it is a good omen for the rest of the year that the day has started so well.

It looks like a tough week as I have to write the first draft of my essay by the end of the week and am still waiting for the results of my first assessment which will tell me if I’ve gone completely off track with my essay plan.

I also have to draft a piece for the writers’ group which meets again on Thursday.   The prompt is ‘Crossroads’.  I have a small kernel of an idea arising out of a memory of a game my children used to play called ‘Mystic Wood‘.   The game involved shuffling cards and laying them out – the cards, as far as I remember, were either woods or roads and there were crossroads too.  The layout varied and the object of the game was to carry out a quest.   I think everyone was a knight and there may have been wizards but my memories of the game are a bit hazy.  I think we still have it somewhere.