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)

Sunday, 3 March 2013

March 2nd and 3rd


March 2nd:
A beautiful, still, calm sunny day. A truly spring day, where you could actually feel the warmth of the sun! March has certainly come in like a lamb.
It was such a still day, that every sound travelled for miles; a dog barking across the valley, children shouting, even the sound of a distant rugby match from across the other side of the River Usk.
The woods were alive with resonating bird song; great tits, blue tits, long-tailed tits descending on mass on to an alder, chaffinches, rooks and even the cry of seagulls who had strayed inland. The woodpecker was busy drilling again sounding like loud machine gun fire. Blackbird alarm calls were reverberating through the trees as the males have Spring fever and are aggressively sparring, fighting over territory and females (same story in every species it seems!). A beautiful little tree- creeper was scurrying up and down an oak, I have very rarely heard one of these sing, but even this one stopped for a quick tune on
 such a glorious day.


Illustration available here

March 3rd:
As the easterly wind predicted, a cold, grey, icy day. The woods were much more muted today, the birds weren’t feeling quite so joyful. The first stitchwort has come out on the woodland floor, and  bluebells are poking up their green leaves in a huge show so I’m looking forward to the flowers that will follow. A woodland full of blue-bells has the best smell in the world!
I returned home about half past five as it was turning dusk, to the sound of the low croaking bark of a couple of ravens making their way back to their roosts for the night.







' Spring is sooner recognized by plants than by men'-  Chinese proverb.

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