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, 1 December 2013

30th November.



A beautiful day to end the month, which has been a very dry one and apart from a couple of days of frost, a fairly mild one too, today in the sunshine I even saw a red admiral butterfly! The old railway line running along factory lane was a flurry of birds today, all gorging themselves on the mass of berries that grow along there, nearly all of the hawthorn berries have been stripped now, but still plenty of rose-hips, mistletoe and holly berries remain, as well as lots of crab apples which will sustain them well into the winter months. There seems to be a lot more mistle thrushes about this year than usual so they obviously flourished this year. The fields as normal for this time of year are full of crows, rooks and jackdaws, with the occasional jay flying and squawking through the tree tops. Got a brief turquoise glimpse of a king-fisher darting along the brook. The owls have become very noisy at night again, with lots of hooting and screeching from barn and tawny owls in the trees behind my house.


Talking in their Sleep- Edith.M. Thomas.

“You think I am dead,”
   The apple tree said,
“Because I have never a leaf to show—
   Because I stoop,
   And my branches droop,
And the dull gray mosses over me grow!
But I’m still alive in trunk and shoot;
   The buds of next May
   I fold away—
But I pity the withered grass at my root.”

 
 “You think I am dead,”
   The quick grass said,
“Because I have parted with stem and blade!
   But under the ground
   I am safe and sound
With the snow’s thick blanket over me laid.
I’m all alive, and ready to shoot,
   Should the spring of the year
   Come dancing here—
But I pity the flower without branch or root.”
   
“You think I am dead,”
   A soft voice said,
“Because not a branch or root I own.
   I never have died,
   But close I hide
In a plumy seed that the wind has sown.
Patient I wait through the long winter hours;
   You will see me again—
   I shall laugh at you then,
Out of the eyes of a hundred flowers.”



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