Today’s guest picture shows an array of Mr Grumpy’s London cousins lining up on the banks of the Serpentine. It was taken yesterday by my sister Mary. There is a flourishing herony in the park there.
It didn’t matter what the weather was like here today as I wasn’t going anywhere so I was secretly pleased that it was another chilly and grey day until the late afternoon. I wouldn’t have been happy to sit with my leg up if it had been a fine cycling day.
I was determined to give my knee a thorough rest and apart from going out to open the greenhouse and water the tomato plant and taking a picture of a new flower….
…and some plums….
…I managed some pro resting for most of the day. I limited my standing up and looking out of the kitchen window to a very brief spell but it did include a visit from a crow.
It hung about until it was sure that I had taken a good picture and then flew off without further ado. The goldfinches have found a better place to go as there are none in the garden at all just now and our feeders are visited by sparrows, siskins and chaffinches with the occasional greenfinch and blue tit for variety.
I was fortunate to have chosen a day of rest which was well supplied with mindless sport to watch on the telly with the Tour de France, the Davis Cup and the Open Golf meaning that the only thing that got any exercise today was my channel changing finger.
The brighter weather in the afternoon did tempt me out into the garden just to stretch my legs a little and I took the opportunity to pick some gooseberries and make myself some stewed gooseberries for my tea. They were delicious.
Our neighbours Liz and Ken came in for a stroll round the garden while I was outside. I hope she will come and pick some gooseberries too as the bush is loaded down with far more than I can eat and it would be a pity to waste them.
We were looking at the ornamental clover when a bee interrupted us.
When they left, I stayed out long enough to catch a moss rose glowing gently…
The sun shone through a geranium.
A lot of the hostas are in flower now.
I think that the garden looks at its best in a summer evening so I ventured out while I was in the middle of cooking my tea to try to show why. I couldn’t do it justice but here’s a couple of views.
The only bad thing about this very restful Sunday is that my knee was no better at the end of the day than it was at the start. (For joint pain enthusiasts, I can report that it isn’t swollen, it isn’t hot and I can bend and straighten my leg freely without pain. It is just mysteriously sore, especially when I walk but even when I am resting it. I may have to seek medical advice if it doesn’t go away soon.)
I did get one flying bird but it was no better than my knee.