Today’s guest picture was sent to me yesterday by Mike Tinker but was taken by him in New Zealand in March. It shows a Protea which he saw there. This is a bit odd as it is a native of South Africa. Perhaps it was on holiday too.
We were a bit discombobulated today as it was a pleasant day with light winds from the start. As result, people were walking around saying, “Well. it’s all right so far….” and there was a general sense of unreality.
In the end though, Mrs Tootlepedal got stuck into the gardening again and I went out to help her. The general business is tidying up plants that are over, cutting back bushes, digging over the vegetable garden where beds have become free and making the garden look and feel cared for. She is succeeding in that last aim.
I took some time out to take a picture or two. A day or two of good weather has perked up the flowers.
We stopped for lunch and then Mrs Tootlepedal returned to the fray but I went out on the fairly speedy bike to check out the progress of my injured leg. It has survived trips of 20 and 25 miles in the last few days so I risked a gentle 30 mile spin today. Once again, there were no complaints. I didn’t stop for any photographs as I was concentrating on smooth pedalling and always being in the right gear in order to keep any needless pressure off my joints.
I did stop once to eat a few dates and take a drink when I was about half way round and a burst of bright red rowan berries across the road was hard to ignore.
I had planned my route so that I would get blown home by the light breeze and this worked out well. Mrs Tootlepedal was still out in the garden when I got back, though she told me that she had been in for a rest.
Among other things, she had tidied up the plants along the vegetable garden fence….
In the evening, Mike and Alison came round and Alison and I played some new pieces with difficulty. At the end we rose from our seats with co-ordinated groans (but perfectly in key of course).
As I started to write this post, the time came for the ISS to pass overhead and we went out to watch it cross the sky. I didn’t take a picture of it today as I thought readers might still be recovering from the excitement of looking at yesterday’s effort.
In all the business of gardening and cycling, I completely forgot about a flying bird of the day until the light had begun to fade so a fuzzy siskin was the best that I could do.