Red Sky at Night, Shepherd's Delight

Our day was fairly ordinary with the exception that Donald came in first with the Comrie Seniors yesterday morning. It was satisfying and gratifying for him as his game has been in a long slump lately. Let's hope this is the start of an...er...upswing.

Trish Hamilton and I went to our last Pilates session for the summer. We'll have to work hard to keep up what we've gained in strength and technique over the 6-week break. Everyone in the class vows to practice at home on their own but we never seem to manage it. Human nature at work...or not.

Last night Don and I watched an excellent television programme about the history of the northern Hebrides as well as the northern Highlands and were totally engrossed in the last few minutes of it when I suddenly became aware of an orange light infusing the outside and reflecting into the house. I got up from my chair and looked out toward the west to see the most amazing sight: the sky had turned orange and a mist was rolling in over the hills. It was eerily beautiful. I took the two photos above. They don't do justice to the way the sky really looked but they will give you a pretty good idea of how dramatic and strange it was. The photos were taken at about 9:20.

The phrase Red sky at night, shepherd's delight is the way it goes over here; whereas in the States we were used to Red sky at night, sailor's delight. Either way, it is supposed to bode well for a nice day on the morrow. So far it is holding true.

Here are some photos taken of the front bed of our garden earlier. You can see that the wee Hydrangea we bought is maturing nicely although for some reason, the flowers are only appearing on one side of the shrub. It gets fertilized all the way around and, what's even stranger, the sun hits it most on the side that isn't blooming. Hmmm, could that be the problem?