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)

Sunday, 8 September 2013

September 8th.



Illustration available here

Yellow leaves are starting to creep in amongst the green foliage on the trees, the Birch being the first to turn, and its leaves starting to fall in the breeze. Lots of squirrels were busily collecting hazel nuts along the lanes this morning, they should have a good store for winter this year.
 On the river was a huge flock of canada geese , about sixty to seventy birds, all honking and flapping in the water, with a group of quiet and graceful swans looking at them in a slightly superior manner! The family of gooseanders that I've seen recently were nowhere to be seen, though they often go further up stream towards the windmill.
 The hedgerows are scattered with the red berries of rosehips and hawthorn and the Oak trees this year are laden with acorns.





Rich Days-William Henry Davies.
WELCOME to you rich Autumn days,
Ere comes the cold, leaf-picking wind;
When golden stocks are seen in fields,
All standing arm-in-arm entwined;
And gallons of sweet cider seen
On trees in apples red and green.
With mellow pears that cheat our teeth,
Which melt that tongues may suck them in;
With blue-black damsons, yellow plums,
Now sweet and soft from stone to skin;
And woodnuts rich, to make us go
Into the loneliest lanes we know.



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