The guest picture of the day comes from Gavin who has deserted the wild woods of Yosemite and taken to the groves of Academe at Stanford University.
We were expecting wet weather today but in spite of a gloomy forecast, it remained pretty dry and this would have been more welcome if it hadn’t come with a drop in the temperature and a very nagging and cold wind.
Under these conditions I took my cue from the celebrated Roman general Quintus Fabius Maximus Verrucosus Cunctator, who became famous for hanging around doing nothing during the Second Punic War. He was an amateur compared with me this morning.
I stirred myself a bit after lunch and went out into the garden where the sun was shining and Mrs Tootlepedal was quietly snoozing in the warmth of the greenhouse.
I looked at the tulips which were glowing in the sunshine.
Peered inside one.
Admired the wide spreading petals of another group….
…but realised that in the prevailing brisk winds, this broadness is just a prelude to tulip death.
There are hundreds of daffodils in the garden and the cool weather means that they have lasted very well but there are still a lot that need dead heading every day so I did my rounds and then went back to see Mrs Tootlepedal.
I disturbed her by mowing the grass round the greenhouse. When she emerged into the real world, we set about simultaneously narrowing the raspberry bed and widening the path beside it in the vegetable garden.
Having achieved this, we went inside for a cup of tea.
On my way, I had a check on the espalier apples.
Unlike me, the birds were very active again today.
We had two very occasional visitors, a starling early in the day….
…and a greenfinch a little later on. It seemed to spend more time flying away than coming…
…but it managed to fit in a nibble or two.
While i was having my cup of tea in the afternoon, a flock of birds descended on the feeders. I tried to see how many flying birds I could get in one shot.
Several threatening clouds rushed by without raining on us so I thought that I would cycle round to the Jubilee Bridge to see if I could see the nuthatches.
When I got there, I could hear them but I couldn’t see them.
I spent so long waiting that the light had gone for taking any bird pictures by the time that I cycled back past the Kilngreen so I contented myself with a picture of the poplars on the river bank below the suspension bridge…
…and came home again.
The light perked up for a moment and I looked at the rosemary bush…
A decent close up of the flowers still eludes but I will keep trying.
Mrs Tootlepedal went out to a celebration dinner for one of her ex work colleagues in the evening and I relaxed again. I felt surprisingly tired considering my quiet day but the wind is going to drop tomorrow so I hope that my day of rest will have put me in good fettle for a cycle ride.
The flying bird of the day is a siskin.