I have kindly been sent a lot of guest pictures lately and I am working through them so I apologise to those whose great images have fallen through the sieve of time. Today’s effort is from our younger son and shows his washing line on a typical recent day.
We had another grey day today here for the most part, a day when it always looked as though it was going to rain soon….but it didn’t and as a result there was lots of time for work in the garden.
As soon as the worst of the early dampness had worn off, I got various mowers out and mowed the drying green, the greenhouse grass, the middle and the front lawns and then strimmed the edges of everything that I could see. There was hardly a blade of grass standing in the garden by the time that I had finished.
I went for a fancy pattern to please Julie, a faithful reader from Australia, who had suggested that a little variety in the lawn striping would not go amiss.
Then I sieved some compost.
After some slack dead heading days because of the drizzle, there was any amount of dead heading to be done and both Mrs Tootlepedal and I went round several times snipping off the ones we had missed on the previous circuit.
Some flowers survived the snippers. The camera makes things look a lot brighter than they actually were.
There are an encouraging amount of insects about. Sometimes it seemed that every flower had one.
But butterflies were scarce. The strong wind may have made life hard for them
Mrs Tootlepedal went off to help at the Buccleuch Centre over lunch so I set the kitchen window camera up in the vain hope of seeing the nuthatch again.
I saw a blue tit first….
…and then the usual stramash of sparrows…
…with occasional greenfinch incursions…
…but no nuthatch. I am revising my nuthatch expectations down to nil.
We were having our outside doors painted for the second time as it had rained very heavily after the first effort and the work needed to be redone. The painter went off after lunch and looking at the clouds, it seemed that it might be quite likely that the same thing would happen again but fortunately the rain held off and the doors dried.
I had received a call from a data miner in the Archive Centre to say that an unfortunate train of events had led to one of the microfiche readers losing some vital parts so after lunch, I snapped a siskin on the feeder…
,…and went up to the Archive Centre to see what I could do about this, taking a picture of the clematis by the front door on my way out.
It was a bit of a struggle to fix the microfiche reader as one of the errant parts had suffered minor damage but I got it cobbled back together in the end and the miners should be able to get back to work (with care).
When I got home again, Mrs Tootlepedal was hard at work in the garden and I joined her, mostly in a supervisory role but from time to time actually doing something helpful.
After a while, we both needed a sit down so we tested out the newly oiled bench and admired the flowers in the new bed beside the lawn.
On our other side, tall rudbeckias looked down on us.
I like these rudbeckias because the flowers are durable and don’t need much dead heading.
However, there was plenty of dead heading still to do on a final tour.
There are many flowers about that don’t need dead heading all the time.
We are sawing up the old, rather rotten bench a bit at a time and I was cutting through a plank on the back when I noticed some lichen on one of the uprights.
We were probably right to think that it was time for a replacement.
I had thought of a walk (it was too windy for a cycle ride) but all this gardening had knocked some of the stuffing out of me so a cup of tea and a sit down looked like a more attractive proposition.
Mrs Tootlepedal cooked a delicious evening meal and there were just enough raspberries to have as a dessert.
In any spare moments during the day, I ate a plum. More plums are ripening all the time. The wasps and the jackdaws are dealing with a lot of them but there are more than enough left to satisfy the most enthusiastic plum eater. I can see plum chutney looming.
I hope to widen my horizon tomorrow as the forecast is quite cheerful.
The flying bird of the day is a greenfinch.