Today’s guest picture comes from our son Tony. It goes to show that East Wemyss can look good even if the sun has gone in for a moment or two. And that he has a good eye for a composition, in my view.
Summer continued in Langholm today.
It was a degree or two cooler today, and there was a refreshing breeze about this morning. I surprised myself by getting out into the garden where I sieved a couple of buckets of compost and mowed the middle lawn before coffee.
I had time to look at a few flowers before starting the sieving.
I noted that our first dahlia had come out. It is shy and is facing the back of the bed though.
There is plenty of other colour about as you can see, so I mustn’t grumble. The tropaeolum was looking very vivid today.
While I was mowing the lawn, I saw the occasional blade of grass and quite a lot of self heal where the grass should have been.
However, as the modern trend is for less lawn and more wild flowers, this is probably a good thing (though I certainly wouldn’t have thought so a few years ago).
After I had mowed the lawn, a noisy rook on our roof called for my attention . . .
. . . and at ground level, I noticed that a bee was finding a white foxglove which didn’t have a tempting track on the inside of its petals just as interesting as the more normal kind.
I had a final look round . . .
. . . and then we had coffee with our neighbours Liz and Margaret.
After coffee, I took a close peek at a delphinium . . .
. . . and another at an eryngium . . .
. . . and then did some dead heading.
In the vegetable garden, the potatoes are flowering freely.
I took a picture of a newly out bank of little campanulas . . .
. . . put them in context among the Sweet Williams and roses. . .
. . . and then went in for lunch.
After lunch, I had a look at the birds . . .
. . . but we are in a bird feeder lull at the moment, and there were not many to watch today.
Rather than watch the time trial in the Tour de France, which is quite dull from a spectating point of view, I went out for a ride of my own.
It was another perfect day for cycling, with just enough breeze to keep me cool but not enough to make me cry.
I had 25 miles as my target as this would bring up 500 miles for the month, a very satisfying target for me these days.
A trip over Callister, across the bridge at Paddockhole, up round the new windfarm at Crossdykes, and then back down the road through Bentpath was just what the doctor ordered as is 25.8 miles long.
On my way out, I took some pictures of the Water of Milk valley, starting at Paddockhole Bridge and ending at the windfarm.
You can see that the council has been busy patching the road which was most welcome. The cloud effects this afternoon were unusual.
I took another set of pictures on my way back down to Langholm. There was no whizzing involved today as I was heading into the wind on this part of my journey.
The clouds continued to be unusual.
I got home to find Mrs Tootlepedal just going back out into the garden, so after a cup of tea, I joined her and we had an enjoyable tour in the warm early evening sunshine. After a quick inspection, we found two white turnips and a handful of broad beans that were ready to pick.
So we picked them, and after the regular zoom meeting with my siblings, we ate them with our evening meal. If life could be arranged so that we always had such modest quantities of tasty, absolutely fresh vegetables to eat, it would be ideal. However, there will doubtless be a glut of beans and turnips soon, and we may well get slightly fed up with eating them day after day as they get older and less delicious.
Our good weather is set to continue for another two days at least, and we are trying to make sure that we enjoy it as much as we can before it starts to rain.
The flying birds of the day are two siskins.
The flower of the day is a very richly coloured Dutch iris.