Today’s guest picture shows a sparrow, rather baffled by the size of the crumbs that Dropscone puts out for his birds.
I was somewhat improved in the aches and pains department when I got up this morning and I was determined to do nothing to make things worse during the day so to be on the safe side, I did nothing.
As always, I am more comfortable on a bicycle than anywhere else so I gave myself licence to cycle up to the High Street to combine a little business with a little shopping. Otherwise I hung around the house and garden taking occasional pictures.
After last night’s rain, things were damp to start with.
…but the day stayed dry and soon Granny was to be seen examining the damage caused by yesterday’s winds.
There were frogs in the pond….
…and tadpoles (toadpoles?) in the dam outside.
On the other side of the bridge, an alchemilla hung over the water…
…and the first crocosmia stuck out its nose.
The Fuchsia on the back wall is producing ever more flowers and making a mockery of the two in the garden which are struggling.
Mrs Tootlepedal says that it is thriving because it is in poor soil and being neglected. I can’t tell whether she is being serious or not.
Back in the garden, I tried to get my camera to come to terms with the deep red of a nasturtium. It is a problem.
It liked the milder yellow of the ligularia better.
We are in a slight lull at the moment as the early flowers go over and the late ones are just beginning to stir themselves so I had time to admire the good range of leaves among the petals.
The hostas are adding flowers to their sculptural leafage.
Mrs Tootlepedal spotted this butterfly on the drying green…
..but it wouldn’t open its wings for me.
We have a steady population of sparrows and blackbirds in the garden, neither of which are in our good books at the moment. The sparrows keep nibbling the tops off Mrs Tootlepedal’s vegetables and the blackbirds break through my netting and have eaten all my strawberries.
This is one of the strawberry thieves.
…and here are two shots of a veg nibbler.
The finches don’t seem to destroy the garden at all. We like them.
In the afternoon, Mrs Tootlepedal had a small tea party for a neighbour to come and renew her acquaintance with Granny and they were joined by Mike Tinker and a good time was had by all, sipping tea and scoffing Mrs Tootlepedal’s banana and walnut loaf.
I walked back with Mike both to admire his garden, which is looking very good, and to see if he had any plants growing which might suggest candidates for our garden at this time of year. He had lots of nice things growing but nothing which cried out, “I am the one, plant me.”
In the evening, I went to the Archive Centre with Sandy. On the way we stopped at the Thomas Hope, our local cottage hospital, to visit Jean who should have been coming to archive with us but is confined to a room there instead. She is in for observation and can’t get home at the moment as her flat is up stairs and there is no lift or stair lift. As Sandy’s chest has still not cleared up and my aches and pains were twinging a bit, no one would have mistaken us for three little rays of sunshine.
We left her to reflect on life and went along to the Archive Centre where we put a week and a half of the newspaper index into the database. Owing to the good weather, I have got a bit behind in keeping up with the data miners but looking at the forecast for the next few days, I should have plenty of time to catch up.
An aggressive sparrow features as flying bird of the day.