Today’s guest picture comes from my sister Mary. She popped down to the canal for a walk this morning and got home before the temperature in London hit 33°C (91°F) later in the day.
I did some watering in Annie’s garden this morning and took a picture of a rose.
It was hot in the garden but not ridiculously hot, and Mrs Tootlepedal and I sat in the shade for a while. We had a lovely time on our visit, and we were sad to leave Annie and Evie, but we weren’t very unhappy about the chance to leave the heat behind.
We had to travel home at the hottest part of the day, but luckily we didn’t have to walk very far in the sun, and the train back to Carlisle was cool when we boarded it. It got quite warm as we headed north, but then we passed through a weather front on our way, and when we got off at Carlisle, not only was it a lot cooler, but it was also raining. We didn’t mind that at all.
Through a triumph of scheduling, the bus to Langholm left Carlisle three minutes before our train got in, so we had to kill an hour and quarter waiting for the next bus. We managed that with the aid of a nearby cafe, and found that the rain had stopped by the time that we got home. It was good to see a familiar sight.
The sun came out to welcome us back to the house, and it was lovely to walk round the garden in sunlit 15° temperatures. The volunteer poppies in the greenhouse had increased in our absence.
And the lupins had survived better than I had expected.
I took a a few ‘welcome home’ pictures of roses . . .
. . . and peonies.
It was easy to see that it had been raining just before we had got home . . .
. . . but the garden looked very fresh as a result.
The clematis over the garage door is almost over, but fortunately, the climbing hydrangea has burst into life to fill the gap.
I like the complexity of its flower arrangements.
It was good to be home again, and I hope to get back to regular blog posting and reading tomorrow. There may even be a flying bird of the day. There is a peony of the day today.