Today’s guest picture shows a picturesque bridge in Beddgelert in Snowdonia which my sister Mary photographed on a recent visit to Wales.
I probably should have been taking advantage of some sunny weather by going for a cycle ride today but I was a bit tired so I spent a quiet morning lazing about and making some soup and bread instead. I did walk about the garden from time to time. We are in the tulip season now.
Our neighbour Liz came across to show us the best technique for using her log splitter which we were borrowing and there was a moment of excitement when her dog unearthed a hibernating hedgehog near our log pile. Luckily Liz called off the dog in the nick of time and Mrs Tootlepedal speedily returned the hedgehog to its nest in some straw. As far as it is possible to tell, no harm was done. It all happened so quickly that I failed to think about my camera at all.
Having tested out the soup and bread for lunch, I was in a more sprightly mood in the afternoon and did some work in the garden.
The small birds had generally taken the opportunity of the fine weather to find their food elsewhere but the garden was full of blackbirds chasing each other about furiously. I caught one as it paused for breath on our fence.
Then I sieved some of our garden compost and Mrs Tootlepedal combined this with some bone meal and spread it on a couple of the flower beds. This counts as the official start of the gardening year. In between times, I used Liz’s log splitter to split a few of the logs from cherry tree from next door and Mrs Tootlepedal used it to split a lot of them.
Logs flew off in all directions but she soon had them corralled.
I did some very tentative spiking on the front lawn and then had to come inside for a quick snooze.
When I surfaced again, the garden was still full of blackbirds.
There is quite a lot of growing going on now that we have had a few sunny days.
I felt a bit sorry to have wasted a good cycling day but it had been very good to spend an afternoon in the garden with Mrs Tootlepedal and I had done enough bending, sawing and chopping to discourage me from a late pedal before tea.
I contented myself with an indulgent look at the pressed moss in the evening sun.
I am going to sing in a scratch performance of Mozart’s Requiem tomorrow, wasting another good day for cycling. I had a run through the tenor part this evening with the help of my computer and having listened to myself, I can only imagine that the conductor may well feel that I should have gone cycling when I turn up tomorrow.
The supply of flying birds was so poor that I almost had to use this one of a back end of a departing blackbird…