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, 17 June 2013

June 16th and 17th.






Went to Wentwood, primarily to see if I could hear the Cuckoo one last time before they  start their long flight south to Africa. In recent years Wentwood has been the only place that I've reliably heard the Cuckoo, they have become very scarce in the Usk valley now, but unfortunately didn't hear one. The broom was out in magnificent yellow bloom though, which brightened up what has been a very grey, cold and damp week.



The banks along the lanes have very thick undergrowth now, perfect, but at least three or four weeks late, for nesting birds-profuse bunches of campions, stitchwort, foxglove, vetch, herb robert and the tiny wild strawberry all tangled up together. I picked some of the tiny fruit to eat, which are very sweet but not much of a mouth-full! The skylark on Red hill flew up right beside me as I walked along the hedge, singing as it went-hope its nest has been successful. There were clouds of damsel-flies, and they too brightened up the grey atmosphere with the glinting of their brilliant metallic turquoise bodies and wings.



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