Today’s guest picture shows Queen Mary’s garden in Regents Park in London. My sister Mary was passing through last week.
My day was divided into three movements, Adagio, Moderato and Lento.
The morning was very adagio indeed and the casual observer might have had quite a lot of difficulty in telling whether I was asleep or awake. It was a pleasant and dry day so I roused myself enough to walk round the garden.
The most striking thing there was the first opium poppy of the summer. It was hard to miss.
It was joined by a newly out clematis which is shown here flanked by two Dutch irises.
The mixed cornflowers continue to please the eye. One had been joined by a friend.
The warmth had brought out another first, a day lily, seen here with a gorgeous courgette.
There is abundance on all sides.
Among the flowers, a diffident young blackbird posed for me.
I went back in and kept an eye on the bird feeder. There were regrettable incidents of sparrow stamping.
The sparrow was more than up for it though and the siskin flew off unable to shake it loose.
A visitor for Mrs Tootlepedal arrived and while she was being shown round the garden, I noticed that the Astrantia was attracting even more bumble bees than usual. It seemed as though almost every flower had a friend. The Cotoneaster was a draw as well.
There were other bees.
Although I am very happy to see so many bees about, I would be happier still if they were joined by some butterflies. We are a butterfly free zone at the moment.
After the quiet morning, a bit more action was required so I got the fairly speedy bike out and set off to see where it would take me.
There was a brisk wind in my face and I was far from a bundle of energy but I pedalled steadily along in a low gear and soon found myself at Paddockhole, 10 miles from home. I was seriously thinking of turning back at this point, fed up with the constant wind but curiously enough I found myself pedalling on up the hill to Corrie Common.
A cow was cross that I had disturbed her and stamped her foot.
Once at Corrie Common, it only seemed sensible to go on to Lockerbie and return to Paddockhole by the other road so this was what I did.
I stopped to photograph the golf course at Lockerbie, which was looking very well kept. This may be have been helped by the fact that there didn’t seem to be anyone paying golf on it. It is much easier to keep a course looking neat if it doesn’t have a lot of old men on it hacking chunks out of the turf.
Cycling home with the wind behind was a treat and I stopped again to add to the recent wild flower collection.
My reactions weren’t very quick today and I saw several interesting plants, including an orchid, but by the time that they had registered on my conciousness, I was well past them and too lazy to go back for a second look.
For the first time, I saw all six of the new windmills in action though some of them seem to be sited behind a ridge rather than on top of it which is odd.
Still they were all going round so perhaps the owners know what they are doing.
Those interested in the cycle route can click on the map below for further details.
The gentle speed was in keeping with the tempo of the day. In my defence, it is a very undulating route.
When I got home, Mrs Tootlepedal had only just come in from a hard afternoon of work in the garden. She had been doing lots more hedge trimming….
…but there are still some left to do.
The late afternoon and evening provided a tranquil end to the day.
I realise now why the years seem to go quicker as I get older. It is not that time moves more quickly at all, it is just that I move a lot more slowly.
The flower of the day is a Martagon Lily with its dancing shoes on…
…and the flying bird is a sparrow.