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, 18 May 2013

May 18th.


After being away for a couple of days abroad , I noticed how much lusher and greener the countryside has become in just a few days with all the trees now in leaf. It was a perfect day for butterflies today with the gentle warm weather and the abundance of flowers and blossom. I saw tortoiseshells, peacocks, cabbage whites, orangetips and fritillaries all fluttering in the meadows and along the edges of the wood, also saw the first damsel fly of this year on the banks of the brook. Later on in the summer they fly up in clouds from the grass on the banks, and although they're not as impressive as dragon flies, they are nonetheless very pretty with iridescent wings.We're quite lucky in this area that there are still patches of natural meadow and they are beautiful this time of year with their mix of wild grasses and flowers, more preferable by far to acres of fluorescent green boring cultivated grass (and I'm sure much tastier for cattle!) and much more attractive to wildlife, especially insects.






Ode- William Wordsworth.
( lines from)

While Earth herself is adorning,  
            This sweet May morning
 And the children are culling  
            On every side,  
        In a thousand valleys far and wide,  
        Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm,  
And the babe leaps up on his mother's arm:—  
        I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!
Then sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song!  
        And let the young lambs bound  
        As to the tabor's sound!
We in thought will join your throng,  
      Ye that pipe and ye that play,  
      Ye that through your hearts to-day  
      Feel the gladness of the May!








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