Today’s guest picture comes from a visit to The Newt by my Somerset correspondent Venetia. She found a fine display of Curcurbitae (gourds to you and me) dangling from a pergola.
We had another cool, dry day here, with quite a bit of sunshine until it started to rain in the early evening. It wasn’t much use to me as a day for an excursion though because I went to bed last night with an unexpected and unexplained sore knee, and rather annoyingly to say the least, I woke up with it feeling worse this morning. It was really painful, and limited my activities a lot. Usually, a few exercises can sort a sore knee, but this one persisted and caused quite a bit of muttered grumbling.
I found that although I couldn’t walk very easily, I could cycle as far as the corner shop and that excursion was the sum of the excitements of the morning. I noticed the sun shining through a dahlia went I went out.
It was a real waste of a day which I had earmarked for a long cycle ride.
I am a great believer in the possibility that almost all my joint pains probably come from my long standing bad back, so I resolved to to give the back a workout in the afternoon in the hope that It would help my knee.
Mrs Tootlepedal was in need of some compost, so I started off my exercises by sieving the last of the compost in Bin D of our composting system. There was enough left in the bin to fill her big red bucket with some over for the wheelbarrow too.
I took a break to look at an insect and some bumble bees . . .
. . . and then went back to look at the compost bins.
Bin D looked rather lonely with no compost in it, so I turned all the compost from Bin C into Bin D.
Then of course, Bin C looked lonely, so I looked at the compost in Bin B . . .
. . . and since it seemed to have rotted down quite well since its transfer from Bin A, I shifted it into Bin C.
A robin kept a close eye on proceedings . . .
. . . and popped into the compost every time that I stopped for a breather, which was frequently.
I found plenty of evidence that workers had been active in helping the material to compost . . .
. . . but luckily the robin didn’t catch one of them.
The compost from Bin B fitted very nicely into Bin C . . .
. . . and the astute reader will have guessed that Bin B now looked looked a little underused.
. . . but enough was enough, and Bin A will have to wait for another day until it is turned into Bin B.
The compost system has worked very well this summer, helped by the dry weather no doubt. We have taken trouble to get a good mix of green and woody material into the compost, and there are a surprising number of cardboard boxes in there too. They rot down very well.
After a break to admire the work that Mrs Tootlepedal was doing in moving plants about and organising the log store lean-to, I got out the hovermower and went over the no-mow square on the middle lawn . . .
. . . and then used it to give the front lawn a trim.
The front lawn is not in very good condition. The dry spell and the jackdaws were not kind to it this year, but considering that it was neither fed nor watered, it hasn’t done too badly.
During the day, I pottered about the garden looking at flowers in sunshine and shade from time to time . . .
. . .and I looked at clematis from both sides. I added a couple more shots . . .
. . . of them before I went in for a well earned cup of tea and a couple of slices of toast and home made bramble jelly.
Contrary to what some readers might imagine, my knee felt a lot better for the back workout. Honesty compels me to add that it is far from cured though. My back is a bit sore too but I have good exercises for that. All will be well tomorrow (I hope).
I saw a greenfinch and a goldfinch near the feeder when I looked.
I had one last look round outside before the rain came. I saw the collared dove back among the starlings on the wire.
I think that it is having an identity crisis.
The dim light was good for having another go at taking a nerine picture . . .
. . . and I couldn’t resist a final pot shot at the gentians.
A cheerful family Zoom meeting followed by the last of the slow cooked stew and some bramble and apple puree in custard rounded off a day that went much better than I had expected when I woke up. Our Epicure apples are delicious this year.
The flying bird of the day is a chaffinch.