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)

Wednesday, 1 May 2013

May 1st.

The name of the month of May originates from the name of the Roman goddess of Spring and fertility-Maia.
The first of May is the Celtic pre-christian festival of Beltane- the first day of Summer, and it is known as Calan Mai here in Wales. The Anglo-Saxon name for May was Tri-Milchi (three milkings) because the new lush green grass meant that the cows could be milked three times a day.

Traditional days in May

May 1st- May Day, Beltane and Calan Mai .
May 29th- Oak apple day.

Folk sayings about May.

"A swarm of bees in May 
Is worth a load of hay; 
A swarm of bees in June 
Is worth a silver spoon; 
A swarm of bees in July 
Is not worth a fly." 

'A wet May makes a load of hay,
A cold May is kindly and fills the barns finely'

A beautiful start to the month, and a day that epitomizes May, with blue skies and bird song, a multitude of flowers and butterflies and lambs leaping in the fields. It seems as though there was a mass emergence of cabbage white butterflies today fluttering along the hedgerows and flowering banks. Found a blackbirds nest with four newly hatched bald chicks, and watched the father busily collecting worms for his hungry brood.

In May- W.H. Davies.

Yes, I will spend the livelong day 
With Nature in this month of May; 
And sit beneath the trees, and share 
My bread with birds whose homes are there; 
While cows lie down to eat, and sheep 
Stand to their necks in grass so deep; 
While birds do sing with all their might, 
As though they felt the earth in flight. 
This is the hour I dreamed of, when 
I sat surrounded by poor men; 
And thought of how the Arab sat 
Alone at evening, gazing at 
The stars that bubbled in clear skies; 

And of young dreamers, when their eyes 
Enjoyed methought a precious boon 
In the adventures of the Moon 
Whose light, behind the Clouds' dark bars, 
Searched for her stolen flocks of stars. 
When I, hemmed in by wrecks of men, 
Thought of some lonely cottage then 
Full of sweet books; and miles of sea, 
With passing ships, in front of me; 
And having, on the other hand, 
A flowery, green, bird-singing land. 

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