Today’s guest picture comes from Dropscone. He has been acting in an official capacity at an international junior golf tournament on the east coast. He got some fine weather for his duties.
I had a rather dull time today on Archive Group business, making three trips up to the High Street to see people. On one of the trips I actually saw the person whom I was hoping to see. The other two trips were less useful.
Then I waited in for a phone call which didn’t come. To fill in some of the waiting time, I put a week of the newspaper index into the Archive Group database, so it was an ill wind as they say.
On one of my trips up to the town, I leaned over a fence and took a picture of a fine crop of big daisies beside the Wauchope Water.
In between times, I wandered somewhat moodily round the garden.
There were things that brightened my day up . . .
. . . and more delicate things too, like this climbing hydrangea . . .
. . . and a spirea.
There was quite a bit of activity at the bird feeder, and when I looked there was usually a bird arriving.
In the afternoon, Mrs Tootlepedal told me that if I went out and looked at the yellow rattle in the mini meadow, I might well find a bee. She was right . .
. . . and while I was outside, I found some other bees too. This might be a buff tailed bumble bee on the chives.
The comfrey was popular too.
The weather had got much brighter by this time, so I had a look around while I was in the garden. I love an astrantia. It has a whole garden in one flower.
After a pause, the lamium has started to show flowers again
The eryngium has put on a spurt, and the flower buds are beginning to stand out from the foliage.
As knowledgeable readers will have realised, I have been calling a lovely rose, which has appeared in previous posts, by completely the wrong name.
It is not the Wren at all. It is Lilian Austin. The Wren which lives on the other side of the path will come out soon.
When I had another look at the chives, a different bee had appeared.
I took a picture of a white polemonium . . .
. . .walked under the profuse clematis at the back door . . .
. . .and went in to deal with a domestic crisis.
We were down to the last pot of marmalade. Action was needed. I was the man with a plan and a pan. I had a tin of fruit. I had the sugar. I put them together in the pan, and shortly afterwards seven jars of marmalade magically appeared.
I re-use jam jars and spend a lot of time on elegant presentation as you can see. It’s the taste that counts.
In the early evening, a friend came down to look at our compost methods, as she is just starting with some new bins. I sieved a little compost just to show the finished product.
After our evening meal, Mrs Tootlepedal was up for an electric bike outing, so we went for a 14 mile loop past Barnglieshead and Tomshielburn. A cow checked on our progress.
It was a perfect evening for a pedal.
And we got back in time to watch Springwatch on the TV.
The flying bird of the day is a gull gliding over the garden.