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)

Saturday, 27 July 2013

July 27th.

The hot spell has finally broken and the day which started off sunny has descended into heavy rain and dark grey skies, I'm sure many will be thankful for it especially farmers, but along with the butterflies which have been thriving this year because of the kind conditions, I prefer the blue and dry skies. The first caterpillars have started appearing, found some yellow and black striped cinnabar moth caterpillars on the ragweed. These caterpillars live only on this plant and fortunately for them ,there is lots of it about this year, big bunches of bright yellow blooms along the roadsides and meadows.
 Also the tadpoles have transformed themselves and there are lots of tiny frogs in the grass, they at least will enjoy the wet, as will the heron who was greedily watching out for them.
The hedgerows are still full of fledglings, lots of finches about at the moment, and the buzzard is still whingeing in its willow tree!
All the spiky plants; thistle, teasel and burdock are in flower at the moment and the insects love them!
Illustration available here

Rain in Summer-
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!

The sick man from his chamber looks
At the twisted brooks;
He can feel the cool
Breath of each little pool;
His fevered brain
Grows calm again,
And he breathes a blessing on the rain.

In the country, on every side,
Where far and wide,
Like a leopard's tawny and spotted hide,
Stretches the plain,
To the dry grass and the drier grain
How welcome is the rain!

And near at hand,
From under the sheltering trees,
The farmer sees
His pastures, and his fields of grain,
As they bend their tops
To the numberless beating drops
of the incessant rain.
He counts it as no sin
That he sees therein
Only his own thrift and gain.

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