A Drop Spindle: Come Cutters (On climbing a hill fort and encountering swifts, on a windy day in early June) We climbed a hill today in sweet June-lightThat wind thrill, silvered grasses, chalk-bright.Below afield, far and broadTown and city spreads, cathedral hoard,Woollen woods and plastic seas,Skylark peals on quickened breeze.The lark ascending, old soul-kindle,Shelley’s muse,… Continue reading Poem Inspired by Walking This Morning, at The Trundle West Sussex.
It’s nearly the end of January, and the first time I have sat down to write in over a month. Outside, it is yet another deceptively mild day; more like November than January, in fact winter barely seems to have moved at all. There was a touch of frost before Christmas, but not hard enough… Continue reading A rising chatter
I went for a walk in my lunch break, to try and decide if it is winter yet. The rains of October are draining here, leaving clodgy paths and ditches running thick with the flow of leaves. Elsewhere it floods. November nights start early, chivvying and harrying us as we finish the working day. I… Continue reading The wood is brightest in the darkest time of year.
The horse chestnut at the corner of the lane hides a few spiked cases beneath its hand-shaped leaves. I remember noticing this tree shortly after relocating to this quiet corner of West Sussex last year, introduced to it by crushed conkers in the track of tyres on the edge of the verge. Looking up, its… Continue reading Rooted
It has been that time, that point in high summer, when I tend to drop off the boil, only maintaining a low simmer of online activity. A July and August long lull, that seems to coincide with natures own tendency to hesitate on the peak of the season. Air and water alike seem to stagnate… Continue reading Summer Lull
I woke early this morning, but the day broke earlier. Now we are past Vernal Equinox the day-length is rapidly extending. Spring often feels as though we were poised on a hill-crest for weeks, just waiting for the ballance to tip, and now are racing down through the season, gathering momentum, cheered on my the… Continue reading Nature Notes: March 26th
For a while this month, I seemed to lose my voice, online at least. I took a break from Facebook and Twitter, preferring to watch the blackthorn bloom and fade then bud and leaf, than be bombarded by notifications and newsreels. I’ve taken to standing beside the car for a moment before heading out on… Continue reading Vernal Winds
The end of August and most of September passed by in a whirl of phone calls, paperwork signatures, and bottomless cardboard boxes. It is said, September is a great time for making new starts, which I hope bodes well for us. All this stress and frantic activity is down to one little (actually rather big) thing;… Continue reading Goodbye September, Hello October
13th August, and already it feels more like September. I am certain that the year, in the rush to escape the last grasping clutches of the summer’s heatwave, has over run and got a whole month ahead of where it should be. Not that I’m complaining however; this is my favourite time of the year,… Continue reading Local Patch: jumpers at dawn, fairy street-lamps by the ditch.
August 1st. I walked to work today, taking a route across the common to avoid the busy main roads. I felt the need to spend some time in nature, as thought it were trying to catch my attention over something important I had near forgotten. As my steps dropped into a rhythm of root rock… Continue reading Lammastide