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, 20 May 2013

May 20th.




Walked up along the Olway valley, a nice gentle warm day again. Not far along the brook there was a lovely pair of canada geese with five young fluffy yellow chicks, this is the first time I've ever known them to have bred and nested on the brook, so hope this will now be an annual occurrence. Stood and watched them for a while but the parents soon herded them into a huddle between their two bodies, feeling a bit threatened so I left them in peace. Lots of herons about, and a couple of cormorants.
Illustration available here

Lots of butterflies along the old railway track that runs along Factory Lane, its full of wild flowers and nettles and brambles, so a lovely habitat for them.
Heard and saw a green finch, and this is the first time in a long while, even though until recently it was very common along these hedgerows. The virus that they had has certainly decimated the population around here.
Also stumbled upon a sleeping grass snake which was coiled up sunbathing until it saw me, then it quickly disappeared into the grass.



Thou comest May- William Henry Davies.

Thou comest, May thou comest
May, with leaves and flowers,
And nights grow short, and days grow long;
And for thy sake in bush and tree,
The small birds sing, both old and young;
And only I am dumb and wait
The passing of a fish-like state.
You birds, you old grandfathers now,
That have such power to welcome spring
I,but a father in my years,
Have nothing in my mind to sing;
My lips, like gills in deep sea homes
Beat time, and still no music comes.





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