Today’s guest picture is an impressive sea cave from Dropscone’s Irish holiday.
Our thaw continued and there was no snow to show on the lawns when we woke up. It was still fairly chilly and grey with occasional rain so we are not breaking out the spring champagne yet.
It took the siskins a bit of time to get to the garden this morning but there were plenty of them when they finally arrived….
…with the occasional goldfinch and chaffinch trying to gatecrash the party.
There were no blackbirds or robins in sight when I looked out of the kitchen window but I did see a lone dunnock.
I don’t know if the low level birds are put off by the siskins, who are quite noisy or whether they have found somewhere else to go for the time being. Life is full of inexplicable mysteries.
After coffee, I girded my loins and got my cycling gear on and of course, it immediately started to rain. I had a marmalade sandwich while I waited and when the rain stopped, I set off.
The rain started again.
But it didn’t last and by the time that I was three miles up the road, things looked a lot brighter.
I thought that this narrow back road over the hill down to Canonbie might be clear of snow so I pedalled on cautiously and apart from some wind-formed snow sculptures beside the road at Tarcoon…
…there was little snow to see let alone to worry about. As the sun had come out, it wasn’t a bad day for a pedal at all, though the brisk and chilly wind made me grateful to be very well wrapped up even in the sunshine.
I was quite keen to get home before any more showers arrived so I didn’t stop for any more pictures. Although the skies clouded over before I got to Langholm, I arrived home dry and cheerful
A quick walk round the garden revealed crocuses trying their best…
…and a pond full of frogs. They all dived under the water as I approached except this one who waited for a portrait.
It is a source of wonder that a frog’s eye is so prominently reflected on the surface of the pond but it can be a bit annoying for the happy snapper.
It wasn’t hard to see a lot of moss almost everywhere I looked in the garden.
It was on trees, piles of stones….
….paths and lawns. It sometimes feels that if we don’t get a good long dry spell sometime soon, we will gradually be engulfed under an inexorable tide of moss.
After lunch, a man arrived and hitched up the dam bridge repairers’ tea shack and office to his pick up…..
…and drove off with it. The road closed signs were also removed during the morning so we are almost back to normal again. Just the railings to come.
It was a bit gloomy outside in the afternoon so Mrs Tootlepedal thought that a walk might be more cheerful than scratching around in a cold, damp garden and we went off to view the felled wood at the Becks Burn.
Of course, there was moss to look at on a wall as we walked along…
…and we liked the very vivid green of the expanding layer around the edge of this clump.
As we walked up through the field from the road, we could see that the Beck’s Burn was running freely with a combination of melted snow and rain…
…and Mrs Tootlepedal, who hasn’t visited the felling before, found that the view ahead was dramatically changed.
We went up for a closer look, passing a striking tree stump on the way.
A bench had been placed on the edge of the felled area. If it was me, I would have turned it towards the view of Warbla to the left but as it was…
… it was looking at this.
Not the most exciting view in the world.
As it started to rain, the prospect was even more gloomy than usual.
On the far side of the burn, Mrs Tootlepedal spotted the steps and railing that were part of the walk through the wood before the tree eaters arrived.
I wonder if they will try to re-instate the walk when the felling has finished.
We didn’t stop to explore further because of the drizzle but as soon as we turned for home, it brightened up again…
…and we got home just before the rain re-started.
We passed this rather artistic tree stump on our way.
We had paused to chat to a friend in the street outside the house when we were interrupted by a huge flurry of wings and an entire flock of siskins rose out of our garden and flew off. It was an impressive sight as there must have been well over 50 birds.
In the evening, I went off to sing with Langholm Sings, our local community choir. We spent the evening singing operatic choruses in preparation for a concert with our local orchestra next month. These are fun and quite difficult to sing really well (perhaps because everyone thinks that they know them and they don’t pay enough attention to the score) but they are not as satisfying as singing ‘proper’ choir pieces in four part harmony.
There is a possibility of more snow overnight but we hope that if it does snow, it won’t come to much. Fingers crossed again.
It was too gloomy for good solo flying bird of the day shots so a sparring duo has got the honour instead.
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Nice to see the colour in your garden and that was a fine photograph of the frog.
Still amazing to me that you can go bike riding in March when you are farther north than we are. I am a bit envious. However, I have been faithfully pedaling on my exercise bike, so I will be ready when the snow melts and the road clears.
Good for you. It is down to the Gulf Stream current. We are watching climate change anxiously as too much ice melt might switch the current off.
Oh, I know! Then you’ll be more like Greenland? Hope it never happens.
You can say that again.
Looking at that cave makes me dizzy.
I hope your snow melts and the flowers continue to bloom. Ours are getting buried under snow again.
I’d love to see a frog, reflection or no.
There were a lot more today.
Dropscone’s photo of the sea cave made me dizzy, too! You almost expect to see a Viking ship to sail out. Great flying and battling bird shots today. Do you say “Action” before clicking?
We have had two days above freezing and some sunshine.
You couldn’t stop the action as there were so many birds about. 🙂 Glad that you had some sun.
Are they going to plant trees where the felling occurred? It looks barren and dismal without the trees.
They will. It is part of the forestry deal.
That is a good shot of your sparring birds of the day!
I hope they replant and reinstate the walkway. That is a strange view for the bench out there.
Frogs and crocus are two very welcome signs of impending spring. 🙂
Interesting to sit and watch the logging going on I suppose.
Liked the dramatic snow sculpture, and that is a great picture to finish with.
I do hope you’ve had the end of winter weather.
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I hope so too but it is still fairly chilly.
Love the crocuses…What colour!!
I just wish that there was enough warmth to bring them out properly.
Bleak indeed the felled wood….look forward to seeing the new trees being planted. Thank goodness for the colour of your birds and the flowers. Love the frog….thank goodness she/he survived and all others too after the snow and ice.
The frogs seem to be very hardy.
Your siskins are so beautiful. Wonderful to see there is hope for spring. Even if I have to give up an extra hour of sleep for it this weekend.
Well worth it.
From the piles of snow along side of the road, it looked like you had moved here to Michigan, but the hills in the background put things right again.
Our snow, unlike yours, is usually a temporary inconvenience…thank goodness.
That bright orange tree stump is impressive. Do you happen to know what sort of tree it was?
I am afraid not.