Today’s guest picture appeared when I was looking through the archives and I found this one, which I think comes from Venetia. It was too good not to put in, so here it is.
We had a day with a lot of sun and no rain which in itself would have made it a very good day by recent standards but lots of good things happened as well.
After breakfast, Mrs Tootlepedal went off to a meeting and I stepped out into the garden to enjoy the sunshine.
Everything had a smile on its face.
In the vegetable garden peas are flowering and beetroots are beeting…
…while among the flowers, the bees were busy again in the foxgloves and roses were beaming with delight.
Along the back of the house, the dam is lined with potentilla and musk, punctuated by the occasional bright poppy.
I went back in and I was just about to settle down to do the crossword when I noticed a mini digger by the back door…
…and in no time at all a large lorry with three new electricity poles was parked in the drive.
It turned out that although we were told that the power company was coming to switch wires from our old decrepit poles to new ones tomorrow, the actual poles were to be put in place today.
It was done remarkably quickly. The first pole was swung off the lorry, manoeuvred under the wires and dropped into a hole dug by a second mini digger. Considering that it is nine metres high and weighs 210 kg, things went very smoothly.
The second pole is in the middle of the vegetable garden and this required a very long arm to drop it in behind the fence…
…and a good nudge from the mini digger to get it into place.
Mrs Tootlepedal’s mustard got a bit crushed in the process but the men made a very neat job of it.
The new poles have got two very decorative plates set into the wood to let the world know all about them
If all goes well, the power lines will be transferred from the old poles to the new ones tomorrow and the old poles will be cut down and disappear as if by magic.
The birds kept their distance while the work was going on but they soon returned once the lorry and diggers had gone.
After lunch, I spread the chips which we collected yesterday onto a path in the vegetable garden and now the whole of the top end is looking well cared for.
Mrs Tootlepedal was very busy with a new project all day and I gave her a bit of help in working out how to get her new tablet to speak to my printer and then I set out to test the state of my rested feet by going for a walk.
After the miserable weather on my bike ride yesterday had prevented me from getting a view, I headed for the hills today with scenery in mind.
There were wild flowers about…
…but it was hills that I was after. I had an early view of them which I took in case the clouds covered the sun before I got higher…
…and I had another look when I was half way up the hill…
…and yet another when I was near the top just in case…
…but the sun kindly stayed out for my whole walk and I got a splendid view from the top of Warbla.
It was well worth the effort of the short climb.
As there was a very stiff wind blowing on the summit, I didn’t linger but made my way back down to the town.
I found Mike Tinker in the garden talking to Mrs Tootlepedal when I got home and we had a cup of tea and a biscuit. He was impressed by our new poles.
Then my flute pupil Luke came and we had a really excellent lesson. I have learned a lot from my singing teacher, and as much of what she tells me applies to flute playing too, I have been able to pass useful advice on to Luke and he has listened and acted on it.
I had time for a quick walk round the garden after tea, and I enjoyed the sight of a siskin sitting on one of the wires which will be moved to a new pole tomorrow.
Then the members of our recorder group arrived for our monthly meeting and as Roy, our librarian, had produced a good set of music, we had an enjoyable time. Sadly, Roy is not well enough to play at the moment, but he is still looking after us well in his choice of pieces to play.
Dropscone’s daughter, Susan is one of our players and as I had met her and her father when they were passing our house on a walk yesterday, I was pleased to discover that Dropscone had got round the walk safely without falling over and breaking any more ribs.
I don’t want to tempt fate, but my feet are still feeling well rested in spite of today’s walk. Fingers are firmly crossed that they still feel alright tomorrow.
The flying bird of the day is a passing crow.