Today’s guest picture, taken by my sister Mary on one of her walks, shows an artwork at the Tower of London. It consists of ceramic poppies and when it is finished, it will surround the tower with a flood of poppies equal to the number of British and Commonwealth casualties of the First World War. It is very striking but it makes me feel uneasy through its literalness. It is as though the artist thinks I have no imagination myself and everything must be spelled out for me. I feel bludgeoned. I also question making an artwork out of a fountain of blood.
It was a day of frequent showers and I kept my bicycle hidden away out of the rain. When it wasn’t raining, it was warm and humid and on the brief occasions when the sun shone, it was a lovely day…..but they were brief.
I had a task to do which took me a lot of the morning. I would have been able to do it more quickly if I hadn’t had to grapple with a misbehaving printer. While I was muttering and mumbling imprecations in my office, Mrs Tootlepedal was engaged in a committee meeting meeting in the kitchen. It was a meeting of the local branch of the Embroiderers’ Guild, looking at the programme for the forthcoming season. They were a very cheery bunch and from the gales of laughter echoing through the house, it would be appropriate to remark that they often seemed to be in stitches.
When the committee disbanded, I watched the birds for a while….
…and walked round the soggy garden.
I am still waiting for the arrival of coloured butterflies and have to make do with many white ones meanwhile.
After lunch, it was time to go to Powfoot to visit my physiotherapist to see if she could provide a bit of help, either in the way of advice or treatment. Mrs Tootlepedal came with me for the outing and we left in enough to time to park on the Solway shore and enjoy the sea view.
Well, we would have enjoyed the sea view if there had been any sea to view but we had arrived at low tide and we could look at the radio station in the haze on the English shore opposite without seeing any water in between.
Even at low tide, we admired the courage of some dog walkers far out on the mud flats.
It was blowing a gale on the shore so we didn’t venture out for a walk ourselves before driving off to the physio. Once there, Mrs Tootlepedal sat in the car and read an interesting embroidery book while I was stretched out on the rack indoors for a little gentle traction. This turned out to be a good plan as I was relaxed for the first time for days when I stood up. Although some pain had returned by evening, it was not so bad and it is encouraging to know that it can be banished.
The showers and sunshine continued to alternate when we got home and I took advantage of one sunny spell to try to catch a flying bird. I was too slow.
I gave up and popped back out into the garden to catch some glowing poppies….
….a sharply outlined lily….
…and a pair of clematis.
The last of the ligularia flowers stems have been cut back but the foliage continues to please the eye.
I spent some time during the day trying to pick out possible entries for the round of photographic classes in flower shows which are coming up and this gave me plenty of time to reflect on how very poor my filing system is and how badly I have managed the backing up of the original shots which appear on this blog at a reduced size. I may learn some day.
I did catch one flying chaffinch during a rainy spell in the morning.