Today’s guest picture was taken at their home by Irene, my South African correspondent Tom’s wife. Life is tough there in the autumn but someone has to live it.
Tom rubbed salt in the wound by complaining about their drought when he sent me the picture and it felt especially painful when we woke up here to another day of endless rain and drizzle.
It didn’t matter a lot to me though as my cold had got worse and I wasn’t fit to do much anyway. It was a day to sit about and consider all the little aches and pains that accumulate with age and to mention them from time to time until advised to knock it off by the long suffering audience.
It was an indoor day with the heating on and Mrs Tootlepedal used it to dismantle and clean her mechanical tiller before sending it off for a service.
She has big plans for it in the remodelling of the middle lawn and flower beds over winter.
I lent her a hand when needed and then went off to put a week of the newspaper index into the Archive Group’s database and croak my way through a few of the choir songs.
From time to time, I looked out of the kitchen window but once again there was surprisingly little bird action. After a very busy start when the feeder went up, things have tailed off. Perhaps the mixture of frost and wind has discouraged birds from going to far to look for food.
There were a few goldfinches.
Birds are very messy eaters so it is lucky that the cement mixing tray is in place under the feeder.
Sometimes the goldfinches concentrated on eating….
…and sometimes they broke off for some hard staring.
I stared back.
A chaffinch in the plum tree seemed to be huddling for a bit of comfort from the rain.
But another one had had enough and decided that a bit of head banging on the feeder was the way to go.
I sympathised with him.
I found a brief moment when it wasn’t actually raining to get a breath of fresh air and check on the flowers.
There are plenty of calendulas with a bit of life left…
…and the cornflowers have outlasted the poppies.
The Nicotiana have lasted well but there haven’t been many calm, dry evenings when we have been able to go out and enjoy their fragrance.
The most amazing of the survivors is the clump of sweet rocket which is undaunted by frost, wind and rain.
The camera makes it look a much nicer day than it actually was, though by the time that the evening came, the rain had stopped and it had got quite warm.
I am hoping that a day of doing nothing and an early bed will settle my chest down a bit and stop the irritating coughing and from the forecast, it looks as though tomorrow might well be another good day to do nothing much.
On a brighter note, I did get a better flying bird of the day today.