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)

Tuesday, 17 September 2013

September 17th.

It's been very stormy for the last few days, but this morning was still and calm with the smell of wood-smoke in the air from the house fires that have been lit lately to keep the Autumnal chill away.
 The birds along the brook were enjoying the calm early this morning, and I was very happy to see a couple of pairs of grey wagtails and a kingfisher, they've been there now consistently for the past week or so and I'm hoping this means they will take up territory here once again after their absence over the last year or two.

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Lots of white button field mushrooms are popping through the soil as well as some impressive fungi appearing on the tree trunks.
Watched a yellow-necked field mouse gathering pieces of grain that had fallen out of the bird feeder, a very pretty mouse, quite large with big round ears and huge beady eyes. There's plenty of wild food this year, so they won't need to rely on gardens too much- the hedges are dripping with hawthorn berries.

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It's September- Edgar Albert Guest.( lines from.)
It's September, and the orchards are afire with red and gold, 
And the nights with dew are heavy, and the morning's sharp with cold; 
Now the garden's at its gayest with the salvia blazing red 
And the good old-fashioned asters laughing at us from their bed; 
Once again in shoes and stockings are the children's little feet, 
And the dog now does his snoozing on the bright side of the street. 

It's September, and a calmness and a sweetness seem to fall 
Over everything that's living, just as though it hears the call 
Of Old Winter, trudging slowly, with his pack of ice and snow, 
In the distance over yonder, and it somehow seems as though 
Every tiny little blossom wants to look its very best 
When the frost shall bite its petals and it droops away to rest. 

It's September! It's the fullness and the ripeness of the year; 
All the work of earth is finished, or the final tasks are near, 
But there is no doleful wailing; every living thing that grows, 
For the end that is approaching wears the finest garb it knows. 
And I pray that I may proudly hold my head up high and smile 
When I come to my September in the golden afterwhile.

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