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)

Sunday, 30 June 2013

A perfect summers day to end the month. A month that's been fairly dry and warm, and a month full of flowers; from the roses rambling in abundance through the woods, campions, foxgloves and vetches tangled in the banks, to the cranesbill and huge hogweeds along the river bank. Today, very fittingly walked through the gardens of Usk in their 'open gardens' weekend and saw lots of the wild flowers from the fields, reflected in the gardens, many of which were full of bees and butterflies. It's lovely to see such a resurgence of interest in wild flowers for gardens and they are a huge benefit to wildlife. The pond at the school was particularly beautiful, with colourful water lilies, cranesbill, trefoil and flag Iris all making a perfect home for frogs, newts and insects.

[Month of] June-Hilaire Belloc.
Rise up, and do begin the day's adorning; 
The Summer dark is but the dawn of day. 
The last of sunset fades into the morning, 
The morning calls you from the dark away. 
The holy mist, the white mist of the morning, 
Was wreathing upward on my lonely way. 
The way was waiting for your own adorning 
That should complete the broad adorned day. 

Rise up, and do begin the day's adorning; 
The little eastern clouds are dapple grey: 
There will be wind among the leaves to-day; 
It is the very promise of the morning. 
Lux Tua Via Mea: your light's my way - 
Then do rise up and make it perfect day.

Some days in June in the Usk Valley.

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