Solo singing

Today’s guest picture comes from our son Tony who spotted this bird flitting along the shore of the Firth of Forth.   I like the delicate colour combinations a lot.

east wemyss flying bird

We had a grey but dry day here and although the temperature is getting more autumnal by the day, it was still warm enough for me to cycle to church without the need for extra cold weather clothing.  I went by myself as Mrs Tootlepedal is suffering from a cold and was not in singing fettle at all.

She joined me for coffee when I got back from church, where once again the choir had been seriously lacking in numbers.

After coffee, there would have been enough time for me to go for a short pedal or a walk but my legs are still in a non co-operative mood so I gave them a chance to get better and confined my walking to a stroll round the garden.

I was interested to note how much colour one of the dahlias loses as it ages.  Here is the youth…

young dahlia

…and here is the adult.

okd dahlia

Across the garden, another dahlia showed off the plant breeder’s skill.

fancy dahlia

Mrs Tootlepedal has several potentillas spread about the place.  It hasn’t been a great year for them but most of them still have some flowers left.  This is one of the few on the red variety.

red potentilla

The rudbeckias have enjoyed the weather and are still flowering well.

rudbeckia

In a sheltered corner, a begonia which Mrs Tootlepedal picked up as a bargain on a garden centre visit is proving to be well worth every penny spent on it and more.

begonia

I am drawn to the honeysuckle on the fence because I pass it a lot and I tried to get a different take on it today.

close up honeysuckle

And I noticed these little flowers when I looked at the bright red leaves on the creeper.

creeper flower

A little geranium is soldiering on.

white geranium

A jackdaw is kindly helping us with picking the last of the plums…

jackdaw in plum tree

…and the garden is still full of odd looking blackbirds…

odd looking blackbird

…swallowing the last of the rowan berries.

swallowng berry

I haven’t been dead heading the Icelandic poppies lately and this might explain why one of the few poppies flowering had such a large attendance of insects.

icelandic poppy with four insects

We can look forward to some colour from the nerines.

nerine flowers

In the afternoon,  I once again left Mrs Tootlepedal nursing her cold at home, while I went off to sing with our Carlisle Community Choir.  The choir committee had been very conscious of the difficult conditions at last week’s practice and as a result, they had changed the seating and this week’s practice was much more satisfactory.  Two of our new tenors came back for a second go and it looks as though they will stay on, giving us a much needed number boost.

Our regular conductor was not there again this week but she had organised a very charming and competent young man to take her place and he got through a power of work.

I cooked a comfort meal of ham, egg, mushroom and tomato for our tea when I got back home and it was followed by a second helping of the tarte tatin.  This brought a bit of joy to a somewhat subdued day.

That odd blackbird in pursuit of rowan berries is the flying bird of the day.

flying blackbird

Published by tootlepedal

Cyclist, retired teacher, curmudgeon, keen amateur photographer.

24 thoughts on “Solo singing

  1. Sorry to hear Mrs. T is not well. The flowers are quite beautiful, and the dazzling double dahlia is a testament to the plant breeder.

    I am sure the jackdaw was very helpful and you paid him handsomely in plums. 🙂

  2. If that’s a Virginia Creeper it’s very confused. They usually bloom in spring.
    All of the flowers are beautiful but the nerine reminds me of our beautiful wild azaleas.
    I hope Mrs. T.s cold is a mild one and I hope your legs decide to cooperate soon.

  3. Getting new blood into our choir is very difficult. I am struggling to get to practice since my shift patterns have altered, it’s so frustrating, as with other commitments I just cannot get there. I may well have to drop out and wait till I retire to rejoin. Sadly, that won’t be until February 2021, when I am 70. Hopefully the choir will survive till then, our average age must be in the high 60’s. Cheers.

    1. One of the new tenors who joined lat week was quite young but as he went off and joined the basses this week, it didn’t help our age average.
      I was lucky to be born when I was. You young folk are having a hard time with the retirement age.

  4. Quick reactions to capture that berry being swallowed and great eyesight to find those unusual shots of little flowers and hanging stamens. Hope the legs get as strong as your reactions and eyesight very soon! Sunshine forecast over the next week will help recovery from cold for Mrs T and make your flowers bloom for longer.

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