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.
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…
…and here is the adult.
Across the garden, another dahlia showed off the plant breeder’s skill.
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.
The rudbeckias have enjoyed the weather and are still flowering well.
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.
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.
And I noticed these little flowers when I looked at the bright red leaves on the creeper.
A little geranium is soldiering on.
A jackdaw is kindly helping us with picking the last of the plums…
…and the garden is still full of odd looking blackbirds…
…swallowing the last of the rowan berries.
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.
We can look forward to some colour from the nerines.
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.