The guest picture of the day is another from my sister Mary’s recent visit to the lake District.
I had hoped to get up early and beat the oncoming rain with a quick bike ride but when I woke at six o’clock, the rain was already beating on the windows so I rolled over and went back to sleep.
The rain continued until late afternoon so it was a day for getting some of those things done which I had promised to do but hadn’t.
There were moments when the rain eased up to the merest drizzle and I could get out into the garden to investigate a flash of colour hidden deep in the back border. It turned out to be a lily.
But I didn’t stay out long and was soon back inside having coffee with Sandy and then occasionally staring out of the window.
I put a week of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database. Sandy has started to help with this task and has taken a great load off my shoulders for which I am very grateful but I still need to do my share so some more rainy days will help me get going.
I made some picture cards to sell for Archive Group funds and did some work to get Langholm Heritage DVDs about the mills and the railways ready to sell in the Information Hub so I was quite pleased with the miserable weather. Every cloud etc etc.
When the rain finally stopped, I went out into the garden. It was wet out there…
…but as always there were flowers and promises of flowers to enjoy.
Although it was still rather gloomy, the clouds didn’t look threatening so I went off for a short walk, hoping for the best.
There was a lot to look at on the way and quite a lot looking at me too.
There was a lot of this yellow flower about. It looks like a member of the pea family.
And a bit of this one too. I don’t know what it is at all.
There was red coloured grassy stuff.
And umbellifera too.
The red clover has prospered this year and the wild raspberries look as though they are going to provide a feast soon.
I came down past the Auld Stane Brig, nestling among the trees…
..and was surprised to see how much water there was going down the Wauchope. It was rushing over the caul at Pool Corner…
…and barging into the middle of the stream where it joined the Esk.
It had obviously been raining harder to the west of the town than to the north as the Esk had hardly risen at all.
Some might think that a day like this was good weather for ducks but I don’t think that this pile of ducklings, huddled together beside the Wauchope, would agree.
A variegated hosta caught my eye as I got back to the house and the weather finally brightened up a bit.
My Friday night orchestra, Alison, had bought a trio sonata by J J Quantz from a second hand bookshop when she was in Wales recently and the cads had not told her that one of the parts was missing so I had a bit of fun putting it on to the computer and I think it will be enjoyable to play from a first look at it. I am rather slow at doing this so it will provide me with a handy occupation for wet days to come.
No flower of the day today as it was too wet and grey.
The flying bird of the day is a sparrow.