Today’s guest picture shows a child friendly door that took Mary Jo’s fancy on her visit to Copenhagen. Clever marketing.
We could hardly believe it when we got another warm and pleasant day today. It made cycling to church to sing in the choir a treat and gave us every incentive to get out in the garden when we got back.
Mrs Tootlepedal spent her time productively while I wandered around taking pictures.
Things are coming on.
Old friends are getting better…
…and new ones are coming to join them.
Grape hyacinths are appearing everywhere…
..and the scillas are bunching up nicely.
We are getting nearer to peak daffodil each day…
…and some flowers which have been modestly out for quite a bit in the chilly weather are throwing out more colour in the warmth.
There are exciting hints of delights to come (though the magnolia is taking its time).
…and some shrubs are showing colour too, like this spirea.
I had a lot of choice but this was my daffodil of the day.
Putting down my camera, I picked up the lawn mower and gave some moss a fright.
This was the first mowing of the reshaped middle lawn. There is evidence of some grass growing on it which is a relief after a long, cold, damp spell when it looked as though it was going to be totally mossy. There is a lot of work to be done before that one beautiful week in late June or early July when the currently speckled mossy area will look like a proper grassy lawn. (It starts to go downhill again shortly afterwards.)
In the afternoon we combined some shopping, including getting some slabs for Mrs Tootlepedal’s new bench area, with singing with our Carlisle choir. Our musical director, Andrew was back for the first time for a while and it was a treat to get the meticulous attention which he plays both to our singing and to the learning of new songs.
Just so that we didn’t get carried away, it was raining gently when we came out of the practice but it had stopped by the time that we got home and our warmer spell looks set to continue for a while at least.
In the gap between mowing the lawn and going to Carlisle, I had sardines on toast for my lunch and an opportunity to look out of the kitchen window. The usual suspects were busy…
…and sometimes, very busy.
The redpolls have become a permanent fixture for a while at least, returning every day…
…and I was particularly pleased to see a newcomer at the feeder today in the shape of a tree sparrow.
I had been thinking only a day or two ago that it would be nice to see a tree sparrow and hey presto, one appeared. Now I am thinking that it would be nice to win the lottery.
Any spare moments during the day were taken up by battling with an intransigent crossword puzzle. In the end, I had to ring up my sister Mary to share notes on the more convoluted answers and between us we puzzled out the setter’s obscurities to our mutual satisfaction.
The flying bird of the day is one of our standard chaffinches.