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, 24 March 2013
Well March has certainly been unpredictable so far. After days of heavy rain it is now Arctic cold again with snow over much of Wales. The Usk valley is such a sheltered spot that we rarely get heavy snow, and as usual the valley here is still relatively green compared to the surrounding hillsides of Abergavenny and Pontypool and Wentwood.. It is bitterly cold though and I couldn't help feeling sorry for the lambs on the hillsides trying to survive birth in these hostile icy conditions. Funny to think that this exact time last year, we were splashing in the river in the hot sun! The flood water in the fields is still full of birds though; mallards and seagulls who were joined today by a small number of canada geese. Saw a beautiful female sparrowhawk, who was being mobbed by magpies. The banks of primroses along Factory Lane were tightly shut against the cold unfortunately,on a sunny day their flowers tumble all over these shielded slopes.