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, 6 April 2013

April 6th.

Illustration available here
A truly spring day today! Blue skies, warm sun, birdsong, flowers in the hedgerows and the first butterflies! Saw two comma butterflies in the hedges on Factory Lane. Some of the frogspawn has hatched too and small tadpoles have appeared. A nuthatch was calling from a tree and a whitethroat was singing beautifully, even though I looked for quite a while I couldn't spot it, their pale colour blends in perfectly with the branches of the trees. Shrews too were very active in the banks, their high pitched squeaking giving them away, it's the first time I've heard them this year. Perhaps Spring is finally on the move.

April's Charms - William Henry Davies
When April scatters charms of primrose gold 
Among the copper leaves in thickets old, 
And singing skylarks from the meadows rise, 
To twinkle like black stars in sunny skies;

When I can hear the small woodpecker ring 
Time on a tree for all the birds that sing; 
And hear the pleasant cuckoo, loud and long -- 
The simple bird that thinks two notes a song;

When I can hear the woodland brook, that could 
Not drown a babe, with all his threatening mood; 
Upon these banks the violets make their home, 
And let a few small strawberry vlossoms come:

When I go forth on such a pleasant day, 
One breath outdoors takes all my cares away; 
It goes like heavy smoke, when flames take hold 
Of wood that's green and fill a grate with gold.


  1. Factory lane, eh? Know it well.

    Still enjoying popping by and seeing how spring is trying to edge it's way in round Usk.

    Keep up the good work.