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, 8 April 2013
Went out early through the lanes. It was one of those mornings where the grey haze is fighting with the sun to see what sort of a day it will be, by the time I got home, the sun had won and it was a pleasant, calm spring day. I hadn't heard the skylarks for a while so went to see if I could spot them. There was no sign of them at first, but one suddenly rose from the ground, continuously warbling until it was a speck in the sky high above. Found a robins nest in the banks of the lane, but it doesn't have enough cover I think to be successful.
They build such comfy looking nests in nooks and crannies in the banks that are usually very hard to find, but this year the banks are late in being covered. Saying that, they are thickening out with bushy foxglove foliage, violets and tiny wild strawberries, along with large amount of dogs mercury and ferns. Coming back, the skylark was ascending again, wings fluttering and non-stop singing until three buzzards glided into its patch of sky and it went silent- don't blame it!
Lament of Mary- Burns.
'Now lav'rocks wake the merry morn
Aloft on dewy wing;
The merle, in his noontide bower
Makes woodland echoes ring
The mavis wild wi' many a note
Sings drowsy day to rest,
In love and freedom they rejoice
Wi' care nor thrall oppress'd.
Now blooms the lily on the bank,
The primrose down the brae;
The hawthorns budding in the glen
And milk-white is the slae;'