Today’s guest picture shows the handsome church of St Michael with All Angels at Stanton-by-Dale, Derbyshire. My brother Andrew walked past it on his walk yesterday.
Summer here was interrupted by some overnight rain, and the day dawned cloudy. However, normal service was soon renewed, and we had another fine day, especially in the afternoon.
Entirely by accident, I had a day at home and didn’t leave the house and garden. Mrs Tootlepedal was the very opposite. She had a busy morning and afternoon talking to a journalist who had come to collect material for an article on the community buy out. I wasn’t left on my own though because Dropscone came round (with scones) to have a cup of coffee or two. He hadn’t been able to source any treacle on the open market, so the scones were plain but none the worse for that.
I had a look round the garden before he arrived and found the roses looking very grateful for the rain during the night.
…and the flowers in general, looking well
(The picture in the bottom left corner of the panel above was taken much later in the day when the sun had come out, but I needed it to pad the panel out.)
Dropscone had been for a five mile cycle ride round Potholm before he came for coffee, but he had had to go carefully as the track was slippery in places after the rain. He told me that he had recently won a golf tie but that his glory in this victory was somewhat diminished by the fact that he had had a walkover as his potential opponent had contracted Covid.
After he had cycled off, I got to work in the garden, sieving what was left in Compost Bin D and then transferring the rough rejects from the sieving back from Bin C into Bin D. You can’t turn compost too often.
I took a moment to look around.
Hostas have a marvellous capacity for holding onto raindrops. You wouldn’t know that the rain had stopped three hours ago.
The fuchsia on the back wall of the house is getting more flowery every day . . .
. . . as are the potatoes.
The sun came out and there was some nice light in the garden, although the honeysuckle stayed in the shade.
The weigela goes from strength to strength, and having looked to be on its last legs during the long frosty spell, it has confounded all expectation.
Mrs Tootlepedal came back as I was chatting to our neighbour Liz, and we marvelled at Liz’s plant which appears as today’s header picture. It turns out to be called Goat’s Beard and was very popular today with both bees and me. It has a lot of flowers on it.
After lunch, I planned to go for a walk or a cycle ride, but it had become quite hot again so I had a stroll round the garden with a view to cycling or walking later on. I did some dead heading in between taking pictures of a blackbird in the vegetable garden . . .
. . . noting the first nasturtium of the year . . .
. . . and being pleased to see a lone butterfly and many bees.
A water lily in our little pond opened up as the sun shone . . .
. . . and I couldn’t resist the charms of Lilian Austin.
I sat for a while on the bench under the walnut tree in the hope of seeing an interesting bird flying overhead. I saw an interesting bird creeping about under my feet instead.
All this excitement was too much for me and I went back in and watched the second half of the longest stage of the Tour de France. Tradition has it that long cycling stages are boring but this 250km stage was far from dull, and produced a lot of good viewing, so I had no trouble in staying on the sofa until the very end.
Mrs Tootlepedal joined me when she came back from her meeting on the moor, and after a cup of tea at the end of the stage, we went out into the garden. As there is a forecast of fairly regular rain showers next week, I thought that I should mow the front lawn while the going was good. Mrs Tootlepedal went round with the edger as I mowed and the lawn looked quite neat when we had finished.
To celebrate, I took a picture of the eryngium which is getting more blue every day . . .
. . . and then, in response to a request from a correspondent, I went indoors and looked out of an upstairs window at the front lawn and its surrounding beds, where the sharp eyed may see the gardener resting on a bench . . .
. . . and then moved to another window to overlook the middle lawn with the plum tree in the foreground.
Almost all of our garden lies in front of the house and is divided into three ‘rooms’, the front lawn, the middle lawn and the vegetable garden. The garden is longer than the house so there is no window from which I can look out over the vegetable garden. Undaunted, I got out a step ladder and climbed up that to get a view.
I came back down and Mrs Tootlepedal and I trimmed a couple of the box hedges which surround the front lawn.
I was still meaning to go for a walk, but I got my timing all wrong and by the time that we had had our regular sibling Zoom and our evening meal, it was too late to go out, so I enjoyed a involuntary day of rest. It was probably no bad thing as I have been doing a for bit of cycling recently.
I took one final set of pictures before coming in from the garden, including the last of the aquilegias and the first of the day lilies.
The flying bird of the day is a passing pigeon . . .
. . . and the flower of the day is the delightful bush rose, “The Wren”, a rose provided in 2007 to mark the 90th Anniversary of the forming of the Women’s Royal Naval Service. We have it just because it is a lovely rose.