Today’s guest picture is another from Venetia’s African trip. She met a number of alarming animals as she went along.
My day started with a visit to the doctor to inquire about the possibility of a miracle cure and consult about the blood test results following my mild anaemia. The blood results could not have been better as all my levels were just about as good as they could be. The doctor declared that I was in perfect health and I was almost embarrassed to mention my foot trouble and show her my swollen foot.
Her diagnosis was osteoarthritis due to wear and tear and the miracle cure was thus not available. She has sent me off for an x-ray though in case I have got some other damage in my foot. As that will probably take two weeks to happen, I shall continue to hobble around muttering balefully meanwhile.
It was a lovely day though so that cheered me up when I got back into the garden, especially when I found out that Mrs Tootlepedal had been busy putting a neat edge on the middle lawn.
Nothing makes a lawn look better than a neat edge.
I did the edges of the front lawn and then took a look round. In the pond, the tadpoles are still in a heap but they are looking quite healthy and should start swimming around soon.
It was such a perfect day that I thought that I might test out the idea that had been put into my head by Stan at our last camera club meeting and try what a mirror could do.
The dog tooth violet seemed like a good subject as it hangs its head down so I stuck the mirror underneath it and had a go with my little Lumix.
The result was very satisfactory in that I got a shot which I don’t think that I could have got by any other method without picking the flower.
I got my Nikon out, put the macro lens on and tried a few other flowers with the mirror technique.
…and back to the violet again.
I am grateful to Stan as it is obviously a really promising idea….though if I am seen walking through the woods with a shaving mirror in my hand, I may get some odd looks.
While I had the macro lens on, I peered at the euphorbia…
…and the nameless little white flowers.
I noticed the very first dicentra of the year…
…and Mrs Tootlepedal noticed that there were several ladybirds about too.
Mrs Tootlepedal went in to cook some sticky toffee pudding and I stayed out in the garden and was very pleased to get a visit from a man from the power company who had come to inspect our wobbly electricity pole, He gave the bottom of the pole some savage whacks with a hammer and decided that the telephone men had been wise not to climb up it. It has to go and after some consideration of the possibility of digging trenches through three gardens (as the pole serves three houses), he decided that putting up a new pole would be the way to go. To avoid wrecking Mrs Tootlepedal’s garden, the hole for the pole will be hand dug. This will make for interesting work for the apprentices whose job it will be to dig the hole.
In the end, as we were going to Edinburgh as usual to visit Matilda, I had to leave the garden reluctantly and make a little lunch. I watched the birds as the soup heated.
In spite of a free perch on the other side of the feeder, a lady chaffinch thought that it was quite all right to trample on an innocent goldfinch.
To try to tempt some different birds to come to the feeders, I have put out some peanuts. Mrs Tootlepedal saw a blue tit visit but the only bird I saw nibbling on the nuts was this siskin.
On the whole, the sunflower hearts seem much more attractive than the peanuts and the birds were jumping at the chance to get a seed.
The trip to Edinburgh was delightful, with the train on time and the countryside looking at its best in the sun.
When we got there, Matilda was away from home practising a dance routine for a forthcoming competition so I had a moment to take a very short stroll through the nearby Botanic gardens.
It was a good place to be.
Matilda returned and we had time for a chat before a meal of asparagus and lemon linguine cooked by Al and Mrs Tootlepedal’s sticky toffee pudding. Al and Clare are in the middle of moving to their new house and we hope to be able to see it with the furniture and floors in soon.
The journey home went well so apart from still having a sore foot, it was a very satisfactory day.
The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch.