Today’s guest picture comes from my daughter. It is one of the show gardens at the flower show in Birmingham that she and Mrs Tootlepedal attended yesterday.
I am not in peak condition so I was quite pleased that I had decided not to do 60 hilly miles in the Muckletoon Adventure Festival cycle sportive today. Some slightly drizzly weather made me feel better still.
I did get out and look round the garden. The white peonies are at their best.
There are some strong splashes of colour about…
…but many more delicate tints as well…
…and some welcome bees too.
I mowed the middle lawn and the drying green and that was the only useful thing that I did in the morning.
I did check out the birds and there was a greater variety about today than usual.
The green finches are infrequent visitors but there were two today who didn’t wait to be invited to tuck in.
There was plenty of bird action all day with orderly queues forming at the feeder.
Mrs Tootlepedal was busy strimming at the back of the house so I went out to supervise. There is plenty of colour along both sides of the dam.
I am particularly pleased to see the Fuchsia flowering as we feared that it might have been mortally damaged by a late frost earlier in the year. It looked very poorly then but looks well now.
Mrs Tootlepedal is very happy with some flowers which she raised from seed and has planted out in new beds beside the front door.
I looked down on some of the flowers around the garden.
The weather took a turn for the worse as the afternoon went on and by evening it was raining steadily for the first time for quite a while. The rain was very welcome to the gardener but we just hope that it knows when to stop. After such a good spell of weather, it will be a pity if Midsummer Day is soggy.
I kept on thinking of a walk but not going so it was lucky that Andy Murray was on hand to while away the afternoon with a sparkling tennis match against Milos Raonic. The Canadian looked as though he was going to wipe the floor with the pride of Scotland but Andy got the rub of the green with a couple of really close calls at a vital moment when he appeared to be dead and buried. As he grew in strength thereafter, the spirit drained out of his opponent. Grass court matches are good to watch as there is not so much bish-bash-bosh for thirty shots in a rally as there is on other surfaces.
I did sneak out for a little shopping but otherwise it would have been hard to tell the difference between me and a cushion for the rest of the day.
The cheerful flower of the day is a new peony, just out.
And the flying bird of a gloomy day is a sparrow looking quite gloomy himself.