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, 19 June 2013

June 19th.





It's nearing the summer solstice,and today has been an archetypal mid-summer day, hot from morning until dusk with fabulous blue skies full of screeching swifts, tractors cutting the first hay and sheep and cattle huddled under the nearest broad oak tree for shade.
Walked along the valley early in the morning while there was still a heavy dew on the fields, and the birds were still full of song before the day got too hot.Several thrushes were singing very melodiously from the branches, and the wild honeysuckle in full bloom smelt gorgeous! Also saw a lesser spotted woodpecker on an ash branch, it's the first sighting  I've had this year of one, usually see a couple every year in the Usk area, they're lovely, miniature woodpeckers.
 Loads of young birds about; a family of goldfinches were stripping the sorrel in the meadows, they only have their drab brown plumage except for the wing-bar at the moment but will soon develop their bright adult feathers, also another family of crows sitting in willow branches noisily calling at their parents and flapping their wings for food, even though they are now as big as their parents!
Saw a lovely brown slow-worm  basking in the sunshine which slid quietly away in to the grass when it saw me.











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