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, 24 July 2013

July 24th.

The Dragonfly-Alfred Lord Tennyson.
Today I saw the dragonfly
Come from the wells where he did lie.
An inner impulse rent the veil
Of his old husk: from head to tail
Came out clear plates of sapphire mail.
He dried his wings: like gauze they grew;
Through crofts and pastures wet with dew
A living flash of light he flew.

A beautiful day on the flat lands of the Gwent levels. Went out in the morning before the sun was too hot, and the breeze was still whispering like rustling paper through the reeds, to the wetlands at Uskmouth. Saw a bearded tit, a bird that has only in recent years returned to this area, feeding its young in the reeds, and many water birds; Swans, coots, moorhens, little grebes, mallards, tufted ducks lazing in the sunshine on the water with their young ones. Around them a myriad of butterflies in the abundant wild flowers, and huge azure and emerald green emperor dragon flies, like little helicopters buzzing around the reed tops.

 Out on the mud-flats that shone silver in the sunlight, were
 shell-ducks, gulls and curlews. I love the sound of curlews, such a melodious warbling call, that bubbles up like laughter and makes you listen.  A heron was looking suspiciously and with a measure of hostility at an egret, a lovely white  bird that is becoming a more and more common sight on our shores.
Down on the marsh lands , because the landscape is so flat, the sky looked huge and blue.

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