Today’s guest picture is another from East Wemyss. Our son Tony was supposed to restart work today but thanks to an administrative mix up, he had leisure to walk the dogs and enjoy this very clear view across the Forth instead.
We keep being promised a change in the weather but it was another glorious morning today and instead of lounging about and doing the crossword, I got up quite promptly and walked round the garden.
We have bluebells there too.
There were a lot of sparrows about but they were in flighty mood and this was the only one that stood still for long enough to get its picture taken.
I strolled along the back path and was impressed by the trilliums (do we have milliums of trilliums?) and got very excited by a the first hint of colour on a nearby rhododendron.
In a break with lockdown tradition though, the main business of the morning was not loafing round the garden but heading off into the wider world.
If I am to keep riding my bicycle for my daily exercise, it needs servicing so I checked to see if the bike shop in Longtown was open and expecting my bike. It was and they were and for the first time in what seems like ages, I got into the car and drove out of the town.
It felt rather daring and dangerous doing a journey by car that I have done many times recently on my bike, and I wondered if I would remember how to drive. All went well and the bike was delivered to the bike shop and will come home with everything tightened up and a change of oil in the gear box.
I got back in time for the end of the morning street coffee gathering and while we were sipping and chatting, a passer-by presented Mrs Tootlepedal with large bag of horse manure. I was quite surprised but Mrs Tootlepedal seemed pleased.
The horse manure was being ferried in a push chair and the designated occupant of the chair was running ahead and crying out, “Look at me, I’m running.” I might have been running too if the alternative was to share my ride with a load of horse poop.
Still, the manure acted as a stimulant when we got back into the garden and I sieved a barrowload of compost from Bin D, and then shifted the contents of Bin A into Bin B, layering in the horse muck as I went.
Having done that, I scarified the middle lawn and produced mounds of moss. Mrs Tootlepedal took most of it away to cover exposed soil in the back border and I mowed the remains off. The result looked surprisingly good and a blackbird turned up to look for worms when I had finished.
Then, it was lunch time and there was a moment for gold and green finches to stare accusingly at me.
A siskin turned up and, as is usual when a siskin comes in, manners flew out of the window.
After lunch, I had a walk round the garden and turned my attention to the tulips.
It is no hardship to look at tulips.
In the back border shuttlecock ferns are unfurling. They looked uncannily like a collections of penguins having a serious discussion.
There are things to look forward to…
…but I couldn’t wait and went out for a bike ride.
With my road bike in the bike shop, I turned to my shopping bike and went for a shorter ride than usual.
Just as I was about to set off, some drops of rain fell so I had to take the washing in first and then reconsider my cycling apparel.
I crossed my fingers and hoped that the rain wasn’t serious, and although there were some heavy clouds about….
…in all directions…
…I had a dry ride with only the smallest amount of rain to make sure that I didn’t dilly dally too much.
It was brighter over in England…
…but the wind turbines were only turning gently…
…and there was enough sun to show off cow parsley and a very interesting little green plant beside the road at Tarcoon.
As I dropped down into the Esk Valley, things looked gloomier, with the sun over there…
…and not where I was.
This stand of trees at Brookwoodlees sums up the time of year, green but not totally green.
What wind there was blew me home from here and I rolled in after 14 very enjoyable miles, with a scattering of raindrops to speed my final few rotations of the pedals.
I got home in nice time for the daily sibling Zoom and then I had a moment to appreciate a full turn out on the feeder which I had refilled…
…before having two lightly boiled eggs for my tea.
After the excitement of actually going somewhere today, I aim to have a quiet day in tomorrow.
The authentic flying bird of the day is a sparrow with its eye on the prize.