Today’s guest picture is a rather poetic shot of Grasmere in the Lake District taken by my sister Mary on a visit last week.
We didn’t have any lack of light here at all today as the sun shone from dawn until dusk. We seem to have got the best of the weather across the nation in recent days which makes a change from the usual situation and we are very happy about this.
I might have gone cycling in the morning but there were other things to be done, lawns to be mowed, Sandy to be entertained for coffee (Dropscone is on holiday), strawberries to be picked and most of all, wandering about the garden enjoying the sunshine.
For the first time this year, the garden really was bee loud.
The Astrantias were a very popular bee destination.
The darker astrantias didn’t do so well and they only had a single bee.
But elsewhere, there were bees, bees, bees.
Other flowers were bee free for the moment.
New roses are out…
…and the tropaeolum looks more brilliant by the day.
While I was mowing, I looked round the garden for some colourful corners. They were not hard to find.
I can’t convey the wonderful aromas that are wafting around though.
We broke off to go and cast our votes in the in/out European referendum and as I write this, we are still waiting for the first results to come in. In the event of a ‘Brexit’ vote, I gather that teams of highly trained Conservatives are going to gather at Dover, armed with long poles and physically push us further away from France.
When we got back home, I found that I wasn’t the only one enjoying the sunshine in the garden.
After lunch, Mrs Tootlepedal went off to Edinburgh to visit Matilda and I caught up on a little business before going out into the glorious sunshine to pick some strawberries and look closely at more flowers.
The temperature was just about perfect for lazing around but I thought that a little bicycling might create enough breeze to keep me cool so I got the fairly speedy bike out and did an unambitious twenty mile Tour de Canonbie. There was a brisk wind blowing so I was too busy pedalling on the way out and going too speedily on the way back to stop to take any pictures.
In the evening, Susan kindly drove me to Carlisle where we enjoyed a cheerful session of recorder playing. We played some of the works of the composer Valerius Otto, who was born on 25th July 1579 in Leipzig, for the first time and found it an ‘interesting’ experience.
The flower of the day was the astrantia…
…and the bee of the day was on the hydrangea…
…and the flying bird of the day was a chaffinch.