Today’s guest post comes from Mary Jo in Canada. She went to the west coast and found the traffic queuing up in Vancouver harbour.
I had a day indoors today to keep resting my foot and was assisted in this by a series of showers throughout the day and a brisk and chilly wind. If it had been a kinder day, I might have ventured out on my slow bike for a virtual walk.
Dropscone arrived on his bike when he brought treacle scones to go with our coffees. In keeping with the rest of the day, it rained heavily while we were sipping and chatting but the sun came out as he cycled home.
He has just been on a short break to the coast where he hoped to do some sightseeing and play golf but as he chose to have his holiday while storm Gareth was on the go, he didn’t get much of either.
When he left, I had a quick garden outing but nothing much was happening there so I took a token daffodil picture…
…and reflected that if it is daffodils that you want to see, then Carlisle is the place to go as the city fathers really love a good display of daffs.
I saw this bed under the city walls when I went to park my car before the concert yesterday.
The rain gauge is registering three and a half inches for the week so far. It feels as though there has been more rain than that and the ground is getting quite soggy.
The birds were busy again….
…and there always seemed to be a chaffinch looking for a perch.
Goldfinches were active too.
I spent some useful time finalising my picture framing for the forthcoming exhibition and tried not to change my mind more than three times every minute on which pictures to include.
I didn’t spend too much time just sitting around except for a time out to watch the Gold Cup from Cheltenham. I practised some music for church and choirs and put two weeks of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database so I was feeling quite virtuous even if I was a little bored.
I was still sitting at the computer and I had made up my mind to poke my nose out of doors when a strange rattling noise made me look up. It was a dramatic hailstorm which covered the lawn in minutes and then took not much longer to melt away again.
I sat back down at the computer. A bright sunny moment made me look up again and think of stretching my legs but when I got to the back door, I discovered that it was pouring with rain while the sun shone….
…and since rain and sun means one thing, I popped upstairs and looked out of the back window.
Someone in Henry Street was getting rich.
Mrs Tootlepedal is enjoying the quiet life in the south while visiting her mother but she made the mistake of watching the news and had to ring me up just to shout at someone. I sympathised. It was not a good day for news.
The forecast for tomorrow shows even more rain on the way so I may be forced to stay in and watch Scotland get a battering from England on the rugby field. We have so many injuries that we may soon run out of players altogether.
One of those intent chaffinches is the flying bird of the day.
Wow! these are gorgeous photos!
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Hope your sore foot has benefitted from the rest you gave it. Your weather was very peculiar, ours was just too windy.
Beautiful photos! ❤
Nice to see the daffodils, as always.
I hope the hail didn’t hurt the garden plants. It can shred hosta and other large leaved plants.
Nice shot of the rainbow. I don’t see many here.
The garden is getting a bit battered but the hailstorm was very short.
We have had weather like yours of late, a parade of rain, snow, hail, sun and sleet, with the occasional rainbow. Only the gophers are getting rich here. 🙂
I hope we both get some settled spring like weather soon.
I enjoyed seeing the bank of daffodils in Carlisle and the changeable weather scenes taken from your windows. I hope your final choices for the photographic exhibition win you some renown, if not a prize or two.
It is not a competitive exhibition, just a small show to brighten the walls of a local community cafe.
I understand now!
A group photo of birds…Amazing photography!!! Thanks!!!
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Your garden looks very trim in spite of its battering of rain and hail.
Wow! Well that’s cheered everyone up and that rainbow must have brought extra luck to Scotland! The lovely daffodils are also trumpeting the success of another Celtic nation. Looking forward to seeing your choice for your framed photos.
Well done to Wales who played very well although it was a remarkable tribute to the way the Wales and Ireland play that there so little exciting open play to watch though the covering tackle on Stockdale was worth the ticket money on its own. I would say this of course but I prefer to be a supporter of a team that tries to play the way that Scotland does, win or lose than one that grinds out a victory without passing the ball more than two feet at a time.
Both games showed the importance of luck and the way that the referee’s decisions influence a result on as well as the skill of the players. I was impressed by the Wales game’s ref trying and largely succeeding to put a stop to illegal going over the ball at tackles, one of my pet hates in the modern game.
I think you should be a rugby pundit for the Langholm Newspaper….maybe you are all ready! Agree with all you write.
I have enough trouble finding words for the blog without adding journalism into the mix. 🙂
Beautiful, beautiful daffodils. Alas, the news has not been good.
Not at all good.
Nice rainbow capture, Tom!
I wish the pot of gold had been in our garden.
Oh, those daffodils!
I loved the changeable weather sequence. Story of my life when gardening in late winter/springtime.