Today’s guest picture shows a gannet which my brother Andrew met at Flamborough Head. He met more more exciting things too while he was there, which will appear on another day.
A rather soggy post today, I am afraid, as I stayed up all last night watching the results of the Brexit referendum coming in and getting steadily more depressed as the night wore on.
As a result, I had a very quiet day today, going no further than the corner shop and the end of the garden. I spent a lot of time watching the telly and hoping that some sensible interviewer would ask someone a pertinent question. You will not be surprised to hear that I waited in vain.
At least there was some fine weather outside to cheer me up when I did put my nose out of the door….and a beautiful rose too.
The sparrows keep on coming and although Mrs Tootlepedal views them with a jaundiced eye as they eat her vegetables, they seem very charming to me.
They are certainly getting through my seed at speed.
Mrs Tootlepedal’s dahlias are blooming away very well….
…and she grew so many from seed so that she still has has plenty to give away. If any local reader would like a dahlia, let Mrs Tootlepedal know.
She has got some pretty annual cornflowers on the go too and they are popping up all over the garden.
I was surprised and a bit alarmed to see some fungus in one of the flower beds…
…but Mrs Tootlepedal was quite calm. She thought that they would have arrived with some of the manure from her manure mine.
I cheered myself up by finding a good quantity of ripe strawberries ready to pick. I picked them and we ate them. With cream.
Mrs Tootlepedal likes the ‘Butter and Sugar’ Iris which was the last of our irises to bloom and you can quite see why.
More new flowers have arrived, a nasturtium…
…and an ornamental clover.
The bees were buzzing around in quantity again today and this one was cheering up a Melancholy Thistle.
I had a short snooze after lunch and when I came downstairs, I found that Mrs Tootlepedal was busy trimming some of the garden hedges.
The hedges are very pretty and give the garden some shape but they quickly grow too big and you can see that she has taken some drastic action to thin down the hedge in the foreground. I like the curve that she is shaping in the hedge at the back.
I thought that I ought to do a bit of work too so I borrowed the trimmer and got to work on a couple of box balls on the front lawn path. They grow relentlessly too and need trimming every year.
You will see that I am a rebel and refuse to be bound by boring convention which dictates that each ball should be a perfect sphere. Variety is the spice of life, they say.
It was such a lovely afternoon that it was no hardship to tackle another two at each side of the lawn, one beside the bridge over the pond…
…and the other beside the lupins.
Four down and seven more to do.
As well as sparrows and siskins, we are beginning to get a few more chaffinches on the feeder after a quiet spell for them.
I had enough strength left to make a risotto for our tea and then play some music with Alison when she came round with Mike. She had bought a set of seven pieces by Rameau from a second hand bookshop in Wales while she was on holiday there last week and we had a go at playing them. It was good to have new music to work on.
The flying bird of the day is one of our extended sparrow family.
I end with a quote from Robert Burns which seems appropriate to me today:
“An’ forward, tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear! “