Today’s guest picture shows the Cave of Drac on Majorca. Dropscone visited it while on holiday on the island. He got to listen to a concert while he was there.
We had to agree with T S Eliot today. The weather was very cruel. If I went out on my bicycle, it rained and if Mrs Tootlepedal hung out the washing it rained and if we left the washing out in the hope that it would dry after the shower had passed, it rained again just as we were thinking of getting it in.
And then when it had got fed up with raining, it started to hail very heavily.
Finally, when all hope was lost we got this….
…followed by a calm and beautiful evening, unfortunately too late to be of practical use to anyone.
Under the circumstances, Mrs Tootlepedal did an amazing amount of gardening, well wrapped against the cruel wind and I at least got a few miles in on the slow bike before the combination of wind and rain got so discouraging that I packed it in.
The weather made sure it was a rather itty-bitty day but I did find a sunny moment to have another go at the violets.
They require a good deal of crouching which is not my strongest point.
Even on a cold and soggy day, Mrs Tootlepedal’s heart is lifted by tulips….
…and as they are coming out all over the garden, she should find some consolation in the days to come.
The daffodils give me a lot of pleasure and here is the daffodil of the day.
And I think that this is definitely a colourful corner and I hope that there will be many more to come.
I didn’t take any pictures on my cycle ride as I had to have a rain cape on and every time that I thought of getting at the camera out from underneath it, it started to rain again.
The battle against the wind left me feeling my age a bit and so I had a gentle time for the rest of the day, with a short snooze on my bed included.
I did manage to keep an eye on the birds though and noted that some but not all of the siskins were back.
It was their turn to queue up for the feeder…
…and they defended their position vigorously when they got there.
They were not immune from outside attack themselves though.
Once again, redpolls maintained an observer status.
The weather improved enough for me to be able to walk dryshod to my Langholm Sings choir practice, the last regular practice before our concert on Saturday, though we will have a go with the orchestra in the afternoon before the show.
We worked through the whole programme with the result that we got a lot of enjoyable singing in. We are doing mostly familiar material and it is gratifying to find that some things which I found very hard to get right a few years ago seem miraculously to have got easier. You are never too old to learn.
The flying bird of the day is one of the redpolls.