Today’s guest picture shows my brother scaling a mountain in New Zealand. He is very energetic. If he sees a mountain, he climbs it.
Our recent spell of chilly mornings came to end today and it was pleasantly mild when I poked my nose out of the back door for the first time. This was rather late as I had enjoyed a lie in after the exertion of trying to keep up with Scott on our hilly cycle ride yesterday.
On fact the whole day was very peaceful as I had come to an agreement with my legs to give them a rest. I am quite keen not to undo the good progress that I have made in sorting out my recent joint problems. This progress was achieved by my usual therapeutic method of moaning a lot and waiting till things get better. It always works if you can manage to moan loudly enough and wait patiently enough.
Yet another stunning poppy had appeared today.
The insects were going mad and every poppy seemed to have either a bee or a hoverfly on it in the morning. I saw one poppy which had three bees on it simultaneously.
Apart from grappling with a tricky crossword, my only activities of the morning were to mow the middle lawn and walk round the garden with Sandy and a friend when they dropped on for a visit on their way to lunch.
I am an expert in letting time pass without pestering it.
After lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal went off to Brydekirk to help with the driving for the disabled and was unlucky enough to find the only two hours in the day when it was raining. The sun came out before she was finished though and dried her up before she had to drive home.
I spent the afternoon hunched over my computer trying to choose 14 pictures to enter in the forthcoming Westerkirk show. As one of the classes is for flower portraits, I was spoiled for choice. This made getting down to just three entries all the harder but you I finally settled on three and you may not be surprised to hear that Shirley poppies figure among the chosen trio.
In between times, I stared out of the kitchen window. The birds are still attacking the sunflower hearts with gusto and luckily my supplier brought me a new big bag of them just as I was about to run out.
It was very breezy today and the birds were getting ruffled.
…as more and more are ripening every day. Luckily, they taste delicious and I am living on a diet of plums and potatoes. Mrs Tootlepedal is busy cooking plums and preparing plums for storage and giving plums to friends but there is no sign of them running out.
In the early evening, I was looking out of an upstairs window and thought that the view was worth recording. the box balls have got their golden covering back after their annual clip and flanked by cosmos and phlox, they add a vivid touch of colour to the garden.
In the evening, Sandy came round and we went to the Archive Centre and put a couple of weeks of the newspaper index into the database. I notice that the data miners have got ahead of me and have just started on a new year, 1888. This means that we will shortly have entered 40 years of the index into the database.
While we were archiving, Mrs Tootlepedal was at the Buccleuch Centre having an entertaining evening watching the talented and industrious youth theatre members in their annual musical show . As it lasted nearly three hours, I was not quite as sorry to have missed the show as I might have been.
Today’s flying bird is another of those hungry chaffinches.