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)
Monday, 7 October 2013
It's been a really mild start to the month, with plenty of sun and blue skies. There are still a few butterflies around because of the mild weather, have seen several red admirals, painted ladies and plenty of large whites, also a few varieties of flower still in bloom- poppies, mayweed and knapweed are still flowering in the meadows. The sloe berries are huge this year as are the rosehips and the holly is covered in bright red berries. It has been a good summer for all wildlife this year, a year of respite I think . If only we could have a few more years in succession like this one I'm sure lots of the species that were struggling would start to thrive again, however that's a big 'if' !
A flock of fifty or so martins flew overhead a couple of days ago, and saw a lone swallow, I'm sure this will be some of the last sightings of them until next year. There are large flocks of jackdaws, crows and rooks in the fields now, they gather together every Autumn, in big, noisy, black -feathered groups to patrol the stubbly fields for grain and grubs and any other tasty pickings that may be laying around.
Rich Days. W.H.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.