Today’s guest picture is another from Venetia’s visit to the misty mountains of Madeira.
As I am still resting my singing voice under doctor’s orders, Mrs Tootlepedal went by herself to sing in the church choir while I kept myself busy at home.
I may have occasionally glanced about as I went about my business…
…but there was washing to be hung out….
…lawns to be mowed…
…the car windscreen to be cleared of huge amounts of squashed insects (we had hardly any insects last year bit this year numbers seem to have recovered)….
…a second load of washing to be hung out…
…a sausage stew to be prepared for the slow cooker…
…and quite a bit of watering to be done too….
…in spite of a forecast of thunderstorms later in the day (after yesterday’s disappointments, we weren’t taking the forecast seriously)…
…so there was hardly any time to look at flowers at all.
Mrs Tootlepedal is considering scattering more of the white flowers among the orange hawkweed for next year. I think that that would be a good idea.
I did take a look at the hydrangea on the wall of the house. Uninstructed people like me might imagine that the big white things are the important part of the flowers….
…but bees know better where the real interest lies.
A blackbird took advantage of the lawn watering to have a quick shower.
Mrs Tootlepedal returned from church and got busy in the garden.
After lunch, we spent the afternoon waiting for the rain to come. We were entertained by some prolonged rumbles of thunder but the lightning that caused them must have been a good distance away as we saw no evidence of it at all.
In spite of some very dark skies to the north of the town, the monument stayed bathed in sunshine and only a few drops of rain came with the thunder.
I had taken a camera upsatirs in the hope of some lightning shots but had to make do with looking at the birds instead. They came to the feeder below the window, apparently quite unworried by the rumbling overhead.
Two siskins felt the need to quarrel.
It did start to rain more heavily eventually and for a while, it looked as though it was going to take things seriously but in the end, we only got a couple of short showers, enough to wet the garden which was welcome but not enough to store up some moisture on the ground for the future.
Now the threat of thunder and lightning has receded, I hope to get out on the bike again next week.
The flower of the day is the Ooh La La Clematis, a pretty flower with an awful name.