Today’s guest picture was kindly sent to me by Tuckamoredew, the fearless sub-zero Canadian cyclist aka Keith.  He spotted these mud nests on the underside of a bridge as he passed.  I have cruelly cropped his picture so I hope he forgives me.

mud nests

Dropscone and I had another fine day for our morning pedal but the wind was up and it was hard work on the way out to Gair.  The reward was a good shove in the back on our way home and we enjoyed ourselves.  Sadly Dropscone had business to do so there were no scones to revive me when I got back.

Mrs Tootlepedal was hard at work with the hedge trimmer and kept at it for the rest of the morning.  The hedges, as a result, are looking very trim.

trim hedges

All this work meant a lot of bits to collect and deal with.  I spent some time putting material through our little shredder but most of it was collected up and put in the back of the car to be taken to our local dump.   I took a moment to mow the front lawn following my plan to mow the lawns as often as possible while they are growing well.

I did find time to look at a plant or two….

Day lily
The day lilies keep on coming
One of the Fuchsias in the garden has at last produced a flower.
The privet is attracting a deafening amount of bees.  I could hear them but I couldn’t see any.
The Knautia Macedonica attracted a quieter set of insects

…and I was distracted by the sight of my neighbour Liz coming down the road on her new bike.

Liz on bike
Getting ready for Le Tour de Potholm.

I went back into the garden and my eye was caught by a stray poppy which had fought its way to the light through one of Mrs Tootlepedal’s grass jungles.

poppy in grass

I have seen a good variety of butterflies while out cycling recently but they have been very scarce in the garden and this white was the only photo opportunity I have had for a while.

white butterfly

Mrs Tootlepedal continued to slave away and after lunch she got all the stuff for the dump packed into the back of the car with a little help from me and drove off with it. There was just too much for us to be able to shred and compost in our own garden.   It is a trip of over fifteen miles to the dump and every time we have to take garden waste to it, I feel disappointed that we couldn’t get a local community composting site for garden waste set up here although we tried hard for three years.

I didn’t go with her as the dump is very well run and there is always someone on hand to help with unloading.  This was lucky, because I was hit by a tremendous surge of tiredness and had to rest for a while before I perked up again.  I was going to pass the time by watching the Tour de France when I remembered that it was a rest day for the riders.  I followed suit and had a little nap in my chair.

Mrs Tootlepedal returned after a while and pausing only for a brief cup of tea, shot out into the garden and set to work once more.  I pottered about in her wake, taking some pictures as I went.

The curious green and white flowered clematis is out.
I am hoping that the tomatoes will turn red quite soon.
Virginia creeper
The Virginia creeper is setting them a good example.

There are some fine plants along the fence bordering the vegetable garden.

Bobbie James
Bobbie James
A fancy modern clematis
A variegated purple berberis
A variegated purple berberis

I snatched a moment or two to watch the birds, although all the garden activity made it difficult at times.

A ruffled sparrow heading into the wind in the morning…
…and a  chaffinch getting the usual greeting from a siskin in the afternoon.
A beady eyed wood pigeon reviewed the situation.

Between us, Mrs Tootlepedal and I made a tasty curry for our tea and then Susan drove me to Carlisle for a meeting of our recorder group.

We are preparing for a guest appearance at a concert in September and we spent the evening playing potential pieces for performance, giving some the thumbs up and some the thumbs down.  We chose more than enough material for the time we need and I will have to make myself find time to practise it over the next few weeks.

A chaffinch appears as flying bird of the day.

flying chaffinch









Published by tootlepedal

Cyclist, retired teacher, curmudgeon, keen amateur photographer.

24 thoughts on “Dumped

  1. Nice flowers Tom! If you hear bees and don’t see them might be indication that they are building a hive nearby. 🙂

    1. I sometimes wonder whether I should spend money on a macro lens or not but seeing some excellent results on other blogs, including your of course, I think I will invest.

      1. You probably don’t need one for the flowers in the garden, they’re large enough for your other lenses. It’s the insects and wildflowers that sometimes require a macro lens.

  2. I quite like that pigeon photo. Your tomatoes look great! We are anxiously awaiting ours. We have been enjoying green beans and last night I put some up in the freezer. Soon I will be slaving over a hot stove canning tomato juice and sauce.

    The straightness of that hedge is incredible.

  3. Mrs T did a wonderful job on the hedges. Our local council has recently started a brown wheelie bin collection. There is a small anual charge (£35 I think) and they give you a large brown wheelie bin to fill with garden waste. This all gets collected every two weeks and is composted. I think the council sell the compost on so it’s win, win for them. We do compost a great deal of our garden waste but the green bin is handy for the overspill or big clipping projects like the removal of our overgrown New Zealand flax.

    1. That’s fine but we live in such a spread out rural area that our council won’t collect separated waste. as it would take too much money and energy.

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