Today’s guest picture once again shows what our son Tony comes across when he walks his dogs at his new house.
It was yet another miserably drizzly and windy morning when we got up but it was still comfortably warm in the garden. I am afraid that I was one of those purveyors of fake news a day or two ago when I said that the scientific rain gauge was showing three inches of rain for the week. I had got carried away and it was really only showing two inches. However, by this evening, it really was showing three inches and I have emptied it out and will try to remember to check it (accurately) every Saturday from now on.
Mrs Tootlepedal is busy with creating a blackout blind for an upstairs room and as this involves a patchwork layer she was quite happy to spend the morning sewing. I had an interesting crossword and a cup of coffee and I can spend a lot of time, when needed, in solving one and drinking the other.
The forecast had suggested that things might be better in the later part of the afternoon and this turned out to be true so I had a walk round the garden…
There are plums ripening on the plum tree and getting ready to be eaten inside but there are other interested parties in the matter of eating plums…
…which means that I will have to be careful in reaching up to pick the fruit.
There are still some campanulas left, rather battered but with enough pollen to still attract a bee.
We would sit out in the evening and enjoy the sweet smell of the nicotianas if the weather was a bit better.
The French marigolds somehow make it very difficult for me to take a picture which shows just what a treat they are to look at but this was one of my slightly better efforts.
I like the devil may care attitude of rudbeckias to their petals. No military precision there.
Mrs Tootlepedal’s scheme to surround the top end of the front lawn with a band of yellow provided by crocosmias is coming along well…
…and some of the more traditional colour can be seen next to the greenhouse.
The end of the middle lawn should be a sea of white cosmos and we are hoping that the weather will be kind enough to let them all flower soon. There are plenty of buds waiting to burst.
Mrs Tootlepedal has a bright red geranium already in place and she has now planted out the economically priced one which she bought in Dumfries.
The dahlias are doing well.
The strong winds of the morning had eased off and although the clouds were still looming, it was not raining so I got my bike out and set off round the 20 mile Canonbie circuit with the option of turning tail if it started to rain or the wind got too strong.
By the time I had got three miles out of town, there was even a hint of blue sky about…
…though the view behind me wasn’t very encouraging….
…and the sight of house martins (I think) on the telephone wires beside the road spoke of autumn.
However, I was lucky and the roads dried out and the rain stayed away. With the wind still quite brisk…
…it was good that it was in the most friendly direction possible, being only directly in my face for about five of the twenty miles. By the time that the ride was over, the wind had dropped a lot so I had a much more enjoyable experience than I had expected. I even got to stop on the way and chat to a man who has an Archimedes screw.
I picked some raspberries and sweet peas when I got back and we had the raspberries on a meringue base with some whipped cream for afters at our evening meal.
After bragging about how many birds there were in the garden yesterday, I got a well deserved comeuppance when none appeared today at all. This might have been because of the wind or possibly because I thought I saw a sparrowhawk fly through the garden in the morning but for what ever reason, there is no perching bird today, let along a flying one.
A vivid nasturtium is the flower of the day instead.