Today’s guest picture comes from our son Tony and shows one of his dogs relaxing in his garden. He tells me that he sun (almost) always shines in East Wemyss.
When I woke up this morning, I was very happy to find that the sun was shining and my feet were not hurting. Life was good and it got better when I went out into the garden after breakfast and found a painted lady butterfly (Vanessa cardui) sunning itself on a Sweet William.
Things improved even further when Dropscone arrived for coffee, bringing scones of the highest quality with him. Add to that a passing visit from our friend Gavin who stayed for a cup of coffee and happiness was to be found all around.
In the garden, when the visitors had departed, there was plenty of cheerfulness too. We have three different astrantias and they are all doing well…
…and the painted lady was back showing both sides of its wings.
On the feeder, a siskin stood for a moment before getting a seed. (This is a rare siskin picture for me as it wasn’t taken through a window.)
Mrs Tootlepedal was doing the garden equivalent of housekeeping after the pole excitements when she found this quite unexpected but very pretty iris in the middle of a bed. Where it has come from is a mystery, as she didn’t plant it.
Long established irises should not be overlooked though.
Two days of warm sunshine had brought life to the garden and plants asked to be photographed, both in the form of Jacobite roses…
…and the butter and sugar iris.
The painted lady returned to another Sweet William and let me get a close up.
The tropoaeolum has burst into flower as well.
In between running around snapping at flowers, I mowed the front lawn and lent a hand with the garden tidying until it was time for Mrs Tootlepedal to drive off to Newcastleton for an embroiderers’ lunch.
I made a pan of soup for my lunch, did the crossword and then headed out on my bike to see how my legs were feeling after yesterday’s effort.
I chose a route where the wind would be across and hoped that bends in the road would mean that it would frequently change from hostile to helpful as I went along as I didn’t fancy another long spell of battering into the brisk breeze.
I chose a more hilly route but my legs were unfazed and carried me along without complaint. My windy plan worked well and I didn’t have any long struggles into the teeth of the breeze, but all the same, I adopted a very gentle pace and stopped to take many pictures as I went along. Here are a sample.
A mown field and a variety of greens made a interesting picture as I cycled down the hill from Peden’s View.
There was a pretty selection of hawkweed and daises at Bentpath village (and another painted lady which didn’t get into the picture).
The Esk looked serene when viewed from the Benty Bridge.
The shadows on the back road past Georgefield look attractive but they are a snare for cyclists as it is hard to spot potholes among them and there are plenty of potholes on this section.
I got through safely though and was able to admire this small prairie of buttercups near Enzieholm Bridge.
When I looked more closely, I found that below the buttercups, the field was also full of yellow rattle.
There was a lot of traffic on the road on my way home…
…but I got back in good spirits after fifteen very pleasant miles.
Mrs Tootlepedal had returned from her lunch and was busy in the garden again so I joined her in a supervisory role and took more flower pictures from time to time.
It was a perfect day and all the better because we have had so few good days lately.
The only fly in the ointment came in the evening with the news that Scotland had failed to hang on to a three goal lead in a crucial game in the Women’s World Cup football tournament. I wisely hadn’t watched the game because I wasn’t in the mood for needless suffering.
I didn’t find the necessary time to catch a flying bird today as it wasn’t a good day to spend a lot of time indoors, so a sitting blackbird of the day takes the position instead.