Another boringly fine day dawned and in the absence of Dropscone, who was taking his bent bike down to the repair shop, I pedalled round the morning run in lonely splendour. I managed an acceptable time and when I returned, I found Mrs Tootlepedal hard at work in the garden.
She never ceases in her labours with the trowel and in my humble opinion , as the posters on the internet say, she does a cracking job.
She asked me particularly to take this shot of her favourite border of the moment.
I walked round the garden taking pictures of newly blooming flowers.
Some established flowers caught my eye as well as the novelties.
There’s a feast of colour in the garden at the moment but underpinning it is the hard work of the gardener. Here are the compost bins that she reorganised the other day.
Dropscone called in at coffee time to show me the bill for the repairs to his bike and I think that after being flattened by a motorist, we should change his name to Pancake. He seems to have survived his ordeal remarkably well and we arranged to play golf tomorrow. He will be playing golf and I will be aimlessly waving my club somewhere near a golf ball.
In the afternoon, I visited that Aladdin’s cave, G & J Latimer’s in the high Street to test drive a new bed under the supervision of Mrs Tootlepedal. In a rare moment of serendipity, the bed that seemed most comfortable was also extremely reasonably priced. We ordered it. These things do not happen often.
The air quality is not good and my breathing, which had survived the morning cycle ride in the cool of the day, was suffering quite a lot by the time I got home. The temperature in the greenhouse was 90º. I soon recovered and went out to snap a few more flowers.
There are still birds in the garden as well as flowers. In fact the blackbirds are making such a sing song that you can hardly hear yourself think. The most common bird at the moment is the sparrow. When it comes to the bird feeders they adopt a more sinuously curving posture than any other bird.
The jackdaws are definitely nesting in the old chimney and this one looks as though it is keeping guard in case of unwanted intruders.
Sitting guard rather than standing guard.
In the evening, we were visited by Dr and Mrs Tinker. Mike seems to be recovering well from his back operation and Mrs Tinker and I dealt with a number of recorder and keyboard pieces with varying success. As you may be able to tell from the style of the blog, I enjoyed the best part of a bottle of Lidl’s finest claret as the evening progressed.
Here’s a glimpse of a tulip