Today’s guest picture is a second one from my brother Andrew’s recent walk in the Peak District. He enjoyed this fine view of Wetton Hill from a nearby peak.
My feet were giving me some grief this morning so I had a very quiet time, rising late and doing no more than a little light mowing and some garden wandering.
A few new flowers were to be seen. This is a polemonium or Jacob’s Ladder…
…and this is the first of dozens, if not hundreds of clematis flowers on the plant that surrounds the garage door,
Although parts of the garden are very neat and ordered, the back border has a more natural look.
I was pleased to see that at least one of the poached egg flowers has developed a little white to go with a big yolk.
The Charles Ross apple has so many blossoms that I thought that there wasn’t room for any more but a closer look showed that there are still a lot of buds waiting to open.
As there were no bees about, I went around with my little pollinating brush, buzzing in an encouraging way as I dusted the flowers.
A euphorbia won the prize as the greenest thing in the garden today.
The birds were hard at work and the feeder was half empty by lunchtime, leading to vigorous competition for places.
Doubtless correctly worried by the possibility of being caught by a passing sparrowhawk, most birds are unwilling to risk sticking their necks out, but this goldfinch plunged right in.
I filled the feeder though before we left to drive to Lockerbie in the new little white thingy to catch the train to Edinburgh.
Mrs Tootlepedal drove, her first go at driving an electric car any distance. Like me, she found it very easy to drive, light on its feet and very responsive. We arrived safely and made our way to the station where everything went wrong. Our train wasn’t just late as usual, it was cancelled entirely. They offered us the chance to wait for an hour and catch a train to Glasgow and then change to a train to Edinburgh. As this would have got us to Matilda’s with roughly an hour in hand to talk, play, eat before leaving to catch our train home (if there was one), we declined the offer gracefully and went back to the car. What made the whole thing worse was that Mrs Tootlepedal had made sticky toffee pudding especially.
It tuned out to be the fault of a signal failure somewhere up the line.
To cheer ourselves up, we extended our trip home to include a garden centre where we had a modest cream tea and Mrs Tootlepedal bought some stout garden string. Not an entirely wasted outing then.
The sun was out and the first azalea of the year was enjoying itself.
With the lilac and other azaleas on the way in and the tulips on the way out, there is plenty of colour about.
It was even warm enough for a blackbird to do a little sunbathing on our neighbour Betty’s garage roof.
A lone bee was doing its best among the apple blossom…
…and I thought about a short cycle ride until I looked up and saw some very threatening clouds massing over the town….
…so I went in and read the papers….and looked out of the window from time to time.
Once I had decided to not to go for a bike ride, the clouds drifted off and the bird action continued. Siskins are equal opportunity bullies and will attack anyone, friend or foe.
We were forced to have big helpings of sticky toffee pudding after our evening meal. Ah well, it’s an ill wind…
According to the forecast, we are in for a week of much chillier weather starting tomorrow, with some early morning temperatures drifting down towards freezing again. The cycling shorts are going back in the draw and we will welcome the return of the winter vests.
The flying bird of the day is a redpoll. I see that it has been ringed so I wonder where it has come from.