Today’s guest picture comes from former archive group member Ken. He very kindly sent me this portrait of an unusual animal which he encountered in Newcastle.
We had another warm (22°C at it peak), dry day today but not as hot as poor Mrs Tootlepedal is having to get used to in the deep south. In fact, it was pleasantly cool after breakfast so I got a bit of dead heading and watering done before Dropscone arrived with the traditional Friday treacle scones.
And I took a couple of pictures, of course.
In one of those amusing japes which the horticultural gods like to play upon innocent gardeners, the poppies that Mrs Tootlepedal has carefully planted are very reluctant to come up, while the patch which seeded itself by the new bench…
….couldn’t look better.
The gardener smiles one of those inscrutable smiles.
After the excellent treacle scones had disappeared, Dropscone departed with what is very nearly the last of the rhubarb and I did a bit more watering and dead heading….and the crossword.
Mrs Tootlepedal was showing some of my pictures of the flowers to a friend yesterday and found that because I take so many close ups, it was difficult for her to convey the bigger picture…..so here are two bigger pictures.
The drought is beginning to tell on the middle lawn. The bed at the bottom right was a sea of orange hawkeed a few weeks ago. The trouble with the long view is that the camera can’t do justice to all the greenery and the flowers at the same time.
There is a metal fence that divides the flower garden from the vegetable garden and it is home to four sorts of roses, a clematis and a honeysuckle.
The runner beans are looking promising. I must remember to water them too.
Tucked in on the garden side of that fence is a rose that Mrs Tootlepedal had to cut back so severely that she thought that it might never bloom again. However, the Queen of Denmark turns out to be made of tough stuff and among the surrounding leafage, a flower has appeared…
…with more to come.
A second day lily has appeared.
After a lunch of a large sardine and lettuce sandwich, I got myself organised and set off for a pedal.
I waited to see how I was going before finally deciding on a route and it turned out to be a day when my legs were not in a very co-operative mood so I settled for a dull thirty mile circuit of Gair, Kirkpatrick Fleming and Glenzier. There is a lot of dust and pollen about in our dry spell and perhaps the noticeable wind was blowing enough about to slow me down.
Still, I took things easy and enjoyed the ride.
It was warm but happily for me, the sky clouded over as I pedalled along and the wind kept me comfortably cool. I stopped for the occasional drink and tried to find a place with some wild flowers to look at as I sipped.
There was plenty of ragwort along the way…
…but this was the only one of these little white flowers that I saw.
There was a lot of rosebay willowherb too.
And a thistle showed what a good source of pollen it is.
Even at the slow pace I go on my bike, it is easy to pass things without seeing them. I was thinking that I hadn’t seen any red soldier beetles this year but when I stopped to look for some orchids, I found that there were a lot of the beetles about too.
The same observation applied to the orchids. As I was cycling along the Canonbie bypass, I only noticed one or two but when I stopped in a handy lay-by and had a proper look, I found several within a few yards.
I’ll obviously have to cycle even more slowly (if that is possible).
In an echo of the morning scone scene, the unusually hot weather has melted the road surface in places on the back roads and I now have to watch out for sticky patches as well as potholes.
You will doubtless be interested to know that when I got home, I did some more watering. I could easily spend the whole day watering but carrying watering cans is hard work and my arms are getting longer every day as it is.
I did have time to notice that the phlox is coming out.
We will soon have phlocks of flox.
I picked some peas, beans and beetroot for my tea and went in.
I took too many pictures in the sunshine again today so I have packaged some up in panels. I am test driving a new photo editor and have not yet devised a good panel macro so I apologise for the rough and ready framing.
The flying bird of the day was resting.
The wildflowers on your cycling route are very lovely.
It is good to have something to enjoy while I pedal along.
Despite the drought, so vibrant! I hand water a lot too—no hose in the front yard—and somehow I always carry the watering can in my left hand. By the end of the summer, I am sure my left arm will be longer. 😉
You will be able to scratch behind your knee without bending down and that will be useful.
Tee-hee! Yes, I will.
I like the iron fence and the flowers on it.
The rosebay willowherb is beautiful. I never did see any last year so I’m hoping.
I like the peach daylily and the view below it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much sunshine on this blog.
We are all trying to remember 1976, the last really dry and sunny year though I think it was generally a bit more sunny in the summers then.
I enjoyed the title of this post as well as all the photographs, I looked at them all, honest!
22 degrees is much more bearable. The garden looks gorgeous so the water carrying is definitely paying off and think of the things you will be able to reach with those extended arms 😊
I might become a knuckle dragger though and I believe that that is not a good thing.
😊
My brother, living in Burbank, California, just the other side of Los Angeles, sent me a picture of his thermometer yesterday… at 2:30 in the afternoon, in the shade on his porch, it was 118 F which is about 47.7 C It was a bit cooler at my home in Orange, south of Los Angeles… It only got to 114 F. I can’t take this heat!
I would have to move! I definitely couldn’t cope with that.
The heat has been brutal.
I find anything over 70 taxing.
It’s a rare day it’s so cool as 70 here!
Phew.
What beautiful orchids, and a lush lawn too!
Lush is a bit strong but it does still have some green bits about it.
If there’s a good side to the drought that you’re having, it may be that it will kill the moss that infests your lawn?
The flowers are all looking as lovely as ever, although I’m sure that some rain would help a great deal. I’m also sure that the rain would do wonders for your arms and legs if you didn’t need to carry the water buckets any longer.
I hope that you are right about the moss. It must be better than endless rain. My back is beginning to feel the watering. I shall have to switch to a regime of smaller loads more frequently.
Great views of the garden and all those beautiful flowers that fill it. I like the framing of the photos..looks very smart. Sympathise with the long arms…hope your back holds up…lots more sunshine coming your way! It is brilliant really to have this wonderful summer…I prefer to a wet and cold one!
Can’t argue with that.
The summer of 1976, I remember it well. In 2018 I can’t always remember what I had for breakfast. How times change!
I have a very selective memory and forget a lot that I wish that I could remember and remember a lot that I wish that I could forget.
Yes, the remembering can be worse than the forgetting.
Much worse.
🙂
I seem to do far better with ‘volunteer’ plants than ones I attempt to grow. I wouldn’t think Mrs T had that sort of problem, but apparently it happens to the best of us!
A very wise flying bird of the day!
You can’t keep intruders out if you live in a windy spot.
Your little white wild flower is Sneezewort.
Thank you Clare.
My pleasure, Tom.