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)

Saturday, 27 April 2013

April 27th.

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Don't think I've seen the woods so thickly carpeted in flowers for many years, they at least, seem to have particularly thrived on the wet weather of the last year.The banks are covered in violets,  primroses, masses of wood anemone, stitchwort  celandine and the first flowering bluebells. The sun and flowers have also brought the butterflies out, saw lots of peacock butterflies doing their usual helter-skelter flying, along the edges of the wood. Also the little miner bees that burrow out funny little volcano like holes to lay their eggs in are back in my garden, they come back to the same spot every summer.

To a Butterfly II- William Wordsworth.


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I've watch'd you now a full half-hour,
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little Butterfly! indeed 
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless!—not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!
This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister's flowers;
Here rest your wings when they are weary;
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We'll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.




2 comments:

  1. Good blog Sam. The countryside should definitely be appreciated more!

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