I’d rather enjoy the view

I’d rather… (this week’s photo challenge from the Daily Post) was also a writing prompt for a short workshop I enjoyed at Scargill House. The poem I wrote may be found on another blog to which I contribute.

For the purposes of this challenge, I’d rather sit in the front passenger seat. You may notice that we drive on the left in the UK, so the nearside passenger seat is on the left. My photos taken through the front windscreen (windshield) of a moving car do not do justice to the landscape. The snow from “The beast from the East” was lingering on the fells.

 

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Hardly a newsworthy story

It surprises me when a photo I have recently taken or an opportunity just after the challenge has been issued fits the subject.

Worn Doormat
Worn Doormat

This week hubby and I went shopping to buy a few replacement household items. One was an outside doormat. We had wiped our feet on the old doormat so many times that it was too worn to be useful.
As I left the house the next morning I was surprised to see the old doormat beyond the new one.

Two doormats
Two doormats

Arriving home at lunch-time I was even more surprised to see a boot-cleaner with bristles on top of the old mat. It had arrived while I was out. I duly stood on one foot at a time and brushed my boots.

Two mats and a new boot-brush
Two mats and a new boot-brush

As I went out in the afternoon I took some photos. When I returned the arrangement was different again. Hubby had been cleaning our windows and accidentally dirtied his boots.

New arrangement
New arrangement

 

When he reached the mats he tried out the new boot-cleaner and transferred the dirt from his boots to the glass panel on the door. Fortunately that was before he began to clean it, but it was extra work all the same.

(Is this the most mundane submission to the challenge from the Daily Post for a story?)

A thriving cactus

The first photo challenge of 2018 from the Daily Post is Growth.

A thriving cactus

A thriving cactus

I became interested in cacti as a schoolgirl. I have probably had more than one cactus in my possession ever since, although I may have left them in the care of my parents at some times in the past.

The cactus in the picture is not strictly mine. It is our turn to be cactus-minders! Originally I wrote cactus-sitters, but (to anyone with a literal mind) that could sound painful! When it arrived in our house it was the height of the narrow, darker part at its base. Over the years it has put on a lot of new growth.