We have goldfinches in our tree but my daughter Annie has parakeets in hers.
It was rather wet and windy this morning and a fairly measly 5°C when in lieu of thoughts of cycling, Dropscone rang up and offered to bring round a scone or two to go with a cup of coffee, I accepted the offer and we were just sipping and chatting when things outside became absurd.
Mrs Tootlepedal and I were cycling in 18°C sunshine last Sunday. This was unexpected to say the least. Well, at least we knew that it couldn’t settle with the temperature being 5 degrees above freezing.
When Dropscone left, I settled down to put a week of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database and found to my annoyance that I had to spend ages correcting mistaken dates for two weeks that I had already put in before I could start on a new week. That will teach me to check my work more thoroughly while I am doing it.
After lunch, I went upstairs to record the view from the bedroom window.
We thought that the roads would be clear though so we decided to put the day to good use by doing a little shopping in Hawick. I was secretly hoping for some fine snowscapes on the way but although Whita was still quite snowy as we looked back…
Although we rain into another sleety shower on our way back, the view from the bedroom window had changed dramatically…
In fact, it was such a lovely evening by six o’clock that I went for a little walk round the bottom of the Castleholm.
I passed a fine display of grape hyacinths in the Clinthead Garden on my way round.
I enjoyed another evening of admiring the fine lawn mowing at Augusta (and some excellent golf).
Here’s to a rapid return of springtime.
The just flying bird of the day is one of the irrepressible goldfinches in the snow.