Today’s guest picture is a welcome burst of sunshine on a very gloomy day. It comes from Langholm exile Tom in South Africa. He lives in a wine growing district and tells me, ” The vines look good, the farm dams are full and the weather lekker. The shade cloth is to protect the grapes, berries or fruit and gives a better harvest I’m told.”
There was nothing good to say about the weather here as it rained all day.
It sums the situation up to say that the highlight of our day was a trip to go shopping at the Co-op.
Otherwise, Mrs Tootlepedal caught up on more administrative work for the buy out group and I stared out of the window.
There was some excitement as I saw a coal tit on a bottom perch…
…and later on, I saw it on an upper perch.
There were sightings of siskins..
…and plenty of chaffinches again….
…which were practising looming up today.
I got a distant view of a robin…
…which flew off before I could unwind my zoom lens. A blue tit was kinder to me.
In the afternoon, I was so short of things to photograph that I took a picture of the oxalis on the windowsill…
The I sneaked out to the greenhouse to record the excellent growth of Mrs Tootlepedal’s Bulgarian carrot chillis.
I did think of putting my full waterproof gear on and going for a wet walk but the thought was not transmuted into action.
Once again I slowed my life down to such a speed that breakfast ran into coffee, which in turn ran into lunch, and then lunch and afternoon tea almost collided, and the day ended with a sibling Zoom and pan fried trout for tea without the need for me to do anything interesting or useful in the tiny gaps between meals.
I must have have speeded up somewhere for a moment or two though, because when I looked over my photographs in the evening, I found that I had set up the bike to nowhere in the garage.
I only checked to see if it was still working, I didn’t actually make any use of it. Keen cyclists have their indoor bikes attached to sensors and screens and can pretend that they are racing up Mont Ventoux while going nowhere. I just stare at the garage wall and wonder if I can stop pedalling yet without feeling guilty.
However, winter weight is already beginning to become apparent when I visit the bathroom scales, so I may have to bite the bullet and get on board if the miserable weather continues.
There is the promise of some sunshine tomorrow and patient readers may get a more cheerful post.
The flying bird of the day is a greenfinch showing that however hard their wings are flapping, flying birds keep their heads very still.