In 1906 Edith Holden started a Diary, now known as ‘The Country Diary Of An Edwardian Lady’. In it, she observed Natures cycle through the months of the year, writing simply about the weather, the birds, the flowers and the natural world around her. All the pages are beautifully ornamented with her original artwork and favourite poems. In this Blog, I’m going to try to emulate her Diary in a modern way. For a start, this is a blog on a computer, not pen and ink lovingly written on paper! However, I hope that the end result will have some similarities, in that I want to capture day by day, month by month the steady rhythm of Nature through the year. For although our 21st century lives are hectic, chaotic, noisy and deafened by electronics, the beat of the natural world, which is the backdrop to all our lives whether we notice it or not, remains ever the same. So take a sedate, gentle and steady-paced journey with me through the next year, observing the natural world. Our way of life may have changed almost beyond recognition since 1906, but nature is doing what it always has done, the cycle of nature remains constant and reassuringly predictable. In that respect, nothing has changed. ‘ No Winter lasts forever; no Spring skips its turn.’ (Hal Borland)

Monday, 11 March 2013

March 11th.

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‘ It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.’- Charles Dickens (Great Expectations).

It was exactly one of those days today! The wind was blowing straight in from the Arctic, bringing snow flurries and blasts of freezing air, and at other times the sky was bright blue and full of sunshine, and if you were in a sheltered spot it was a beautiful warm spring day. I like the duality of March, you can be in two seasons, depending on where you’re standing.
In the afternoon I walked across to the woods which are on a steep sided bank that is westerly facing. It was very sheltered and warm and I was surprised to see how lush and green the woodland floor is, being covered in thick blue-bell leaves, wood anemone, celandine and patches of the lovely spotted leaves of the early purple orchid. Buzzards were launching out of the trees but landing again quite quickly when they left the screen of the bank and caught the full force of the wind.
The great tits were very active and vocal today, calling from what seemed like every tree and bush.

I got so warm that I took my coat off, but as soon as I left the protection of the wood it came on again very rapidly!

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