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)

Thursday, 7 November 2013

November 7th.



It's been a very wet and windy start to the month interrupted by a couple of calmer sunny days, today being one of them. The trees and hedgerows are really showing their autumnal colours now, the bracken turning a burnished copper and the sycamore and maple particularly, vivid yellows and orange. Large flocks of redwings have re-appeared in the fields and hedges and will probably soon be joined by other Winter migrants.
Walking along the lanes today, was very lucky to spot a beautiful, fluffy, golden doormouse foraging in the leaf litter. It scampered away up the bank, disappearing into the hollow behind some roots- what a beautiful little creature!



Autumn Fires- Robert Louis Stevenson.
In the other gardens
  And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
  See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over
  And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
  The gray smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!
  Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,

  Fires in the fall!



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