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, 1 October 2013

October 1st.

October was the eighth month of the Roman year-'octo' meaning eight. The Anglo-Saxons called it 'wyn-monath', -Wine month, as this is when they made wine and also ' winter fylleth' as at the October moon (fylleth) Winter was supposed to begin.




Traditional days in October.
1st October- English Pudding Season begins!
4th October-St Francis Day.
10th October- Old Michaelmas Day.
18th October-St Luke's Day.
31st October- Samhain and Halloween.

Folk-sayings about October.

'Rain in October
Means wind in December.'

'When birds and badgers are fat in October, expect a cold Winter.'

'When berries are many in October,
beware a hard Winter.'

'Corn and grain, corn and grain,
All that falls shall rise again.'



Autumnal- Ernest Dowson.
Pale amber sunlight falls across
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summer's loss
Seems little, dear! on days like these.

Let misty autumn be our part!
The twilight of the year is sweet:
Where shadow and the darkness meet
Our love, a twilight of the heart
Eludes a little time's deceit.

Are we not better and at home
In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
No harvest joy is worth a dream?
A little while and night shall come,
A little while, then, let us dream.

Beyond the pearled horizons lie
Winter and night: awaiting these
We garner this poor hour of ease,
Until love turn from us and die
Beneath the drear November trees. 


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