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July: from green to brown

Wowee, it has been such a hot and very dry summer here. There has been no proper rain for months now and we’ve just had a drought declared, despite having had a very wet winter. The countryside is currently looking completely parched and out in the woods the trees are showing signs of stress with a lot of leaf drop and branches dying back, it’s a desperately sad sight and I keep hoping for cloudy days with rain, but they just don’t arrive here in the south east corner of England. The woods are so very quiet too, completely devoid of the birdsong that chimed through the trees during springtime, perhaps it just takes too much energy to sing in this heat when you are a very small bird fighting to survive.

The birds are still there though and July is a great time to find feathers out in the woods as many birds moult after breeding. I regularly find 2 or 3 owl feathers on each of our woodland walks because by day the meandering pathways through the trees may be human-trodden byways, but when night falls they are owl-swooped flyways. To me these fallen feathers are marvels of nature, with beautifully intricate structures of interlocking fine filaments and each individual feather has it’s own unique markings. I treat them as woodland treasure and bring them home to admire them. The collection above were all found during July this year.

Out in the countryside there have been a lot of insects and butterflies this year, and judging by their prevalence the dry conditions must favour them. And back at home in the garden I’ve seen several hummingbird hawk moths, they’re so wonderful to watch but utterly impossible to photograph as they are never still but constantly darting around on the move. There have also been Jersey Tiger moths this year, these are so striking with their black and cream upper wings and in flight they flit with bright orange flashes from their underwings. Apparently they are quite rare and their range is restricted usually to the very south of England, many years go by without us seeing them here but this year we’ve had several in the garden.

Lacking from the garden for a while however has been lovely Katsue. After not seeing her for quite a few days we discovered that our new neighbours had blocked up the wildlife corridor between our gardens. This gap in the fence has been there for over 30 years and during this time it has allowed the passage of many hedgehogs, foxes, frogs and toads. I am so upset by this but the new neighbours have an elderly cat that they don’t want to wonder too far, and at the end of the day it is their right to not have a hole into their garden if they do not wish it. Sadly they have also decimated and destroyed the beautiful wildlife-friendly garden that existed next door to us for over 40 years, with all of the mature trees and shrubs cut down in favour of lawn. This garden was so carefully planned and loving tended by our original neighbours, who both grew old and sadly passed away. I so wish that more people valued and treasured the wildlife that we share our gardens with, sadly not many of the people who have recently moved in around here do.

Anyway, we have managed to solve the lack of access for Katsue by opening our front gate at dusk, and after a week of me patiently coaxing her she now independently comes through that way and then round to the back door to trip the security light so I know she’s there. I then carry her food out to the front garden, as I don’t want her stuck in our back garden when I shut the front gate at bedtime. So at least I still see her each evening, though she no longer has access to come and go as she pleases, and with her not being able to come during the day it’s harder to take pictures of her, though she has started coming into the kitchen while I chop her food. I am still sad though as it means there will be no access to our garden for other foxes in future, or for the hedgehogs, frogs and toads that we’ve enjoyed seeing so much over the years we’ve lived here.

There’s no knitting news this time I’m afraid, it’s simply been to hot here. But it’s also because we are having a little building work done on the house to create some much needed extra storage, which I’m excited about, and a downstairs loo, which I’m even more excited about, as 4 adults sharing one bathroom has made for some eventful times since Amy moved back with us. It’s chaos at the moment, but I know it will be worth it once everything is done. Anyway, instead of knitting I’ve been sorting my stash and planning projects for when cooler weather arrives. This collection of yarn is my most favourite sock yarns from The Knitting Shed, it pleased me mightily to see all these beautiful shades laid out on my bed and I’m looking forward to some autumn sock knitting and getting on with my new animal design.

Well, I hope you have a good August where you are, please waft a little rain my way if you have any to spare. See you at the end of the month, hopefully with some news of knitting and wetter weather, ’til then keep well and keep finding small joys wherever you can, J x

 

countryside · crafts & knitting · foxes in my garden · garden stuff · summer · wildlife

June: a month full of life

 

There are so many things to love about summer:

  • The long, long days, with the mid summer sun rising at 4.30am and setting just after 10pm. These 16 ยฝ hours of daylight (roughly double what our day length is in midwinter) are energising and there seems to be more time to get things done. And being outside in the garden in the evening, watching the sky, sitting with a cool drink and knitting, or pottering around watering plants is such a great pleasure.
  • The lush and verdant greenery all across the countryside, underfoot across the meadows and overhead in the dense leaf canopy of the woods and lanes. Every imaginable shade of glorious green, and truly beautiful.
  • The unbelievable speed with which everything grows – early June brought a decent amount of rain and coupled with the more recent sunny days everything is growing fast. The ferns in the wood for instance were only knee high in May, stunted by a dry spring, but after a month of perfect conditions they’re now shoulder height. The grasses too have shot up, and many of our familiar paths are overgrown enough to be unrecognisable.
  • Butterflies, beetles, bees and all manner of insect life. You only have to walk slowly along a hedgerow or through a meadow and you will spot hundreds of small creatures if you look carefully enough, and you can hear hundreds more chirruping and droning and buzzing away. Every plant seems a haven for some form of life.
  • Birds. All through the wood there are small dartings within the canopy and thickets, and a chorus of song drifting along the pathways, and a great many fledglings finding their wings and learning how to survive.

All of these things and more make Summer wonderful, but there is one thing that is a deal breaker for me in naming it as a favourite season, and that is the heat.

Last week we had 5 straight days of unbearably hot weather (33-36c) which we are not at all used to, making it hard to sleep, and impossible to knit. We had to choose our walks very carefully too, avoiding open countryside and sticking to the woods where the canopy protected us from the fierce direct sunlight and the temperatures are 8-10 degrees cooler. Poor Toby doesn’t enjoy this level of heat either and has had a few meltdowns, all in all it was a bit of a challenging week.

Yesterday however slightly cooler weather arrived and I gratefully picked up my needles again in the evening. Toby is a little calmer too, so we’re hoping that this weather lingers a good long while or even, dare I say it, cools further and brings rain (wishful thinking I know). I’m looking forward to continuing with the new animal pattern that I’m now working on and in the evenings am knitting several pairs of socks, all blue it seems and all stripes, the obsession continues ๐Ÿ™‚ and thankfully there was just enough yarn to finish the pair that I was working on in May.

Hope you’ve had a better time of things where you are, but if life is a little challenging for you too at the moment, then I hope that at least you have some small pleasures to brighten each day.

countryside · crafts & knitting · foxes in my garden · in the woods · spring · wildlife

March: the month of emergings

March is one of those lovely liminal months where seasons are transitioning. Days can start with sharp frosts or sleety rain and the feel that winter still is here, or can be bathed in warm sunshine, drawing delicate scent from early blossom and bright bird song from the tree tops. The change from winter to spring is never a smooth linear transition, it is more like the ebb and flow of waves on an incoming tide, each one advancing just a little higher up the beach and March days feel just like this, each one advancing just a little more towards warmth and regrowth and lengthening daylight.

At the beginning of the month the first hedgerow blossoms were opening on the wild cherry plum trees and here at home on our damson plum tree which looked gloriously beautiful and gave great delight for a week. Now, as the end of the month draws near, it is the turn of the blackthorn blossoms. Blackthorn or sloe bushes flower on bare stems with the new foliage opening after the blossoms have faded. This makes for such a beautiful sight, with white clouds of blossom lining the roads and field margins.

The first green shoots of new leaf growth are gradually opening on many of the trees and aconites, anemones and daffodils are blooming under this gradually greening canopy. And this coming Sunday the clocks go forward an hour, which always brings delight, as the lengthening days mean that light lingers until evening. Even when life feels a little heavy these are all hopeful things that bring small joys.

Knitting is happening too. For a while now I have had a plan to take new photos for the front covers of my early patterns and so I’ve been busy making new sample animals and clothing in currently available yarns. As always these days though progress is slow, but a small step forward is better than none at all. I’ll keep you posted on progress and hope to begin working on some new patterns soon too. In the slow and quiet moments of the day I knit socks, mostly choosing patterns that I have knitted many times before, such as this one ‘Lucky me’ socks by Sofia Capelle.

The more years pass by, the more I realise how much comfort there is to be found in the familiar. The familiar turn of one season to another, the familiar trees along our regular woodland walks, familiar routines day after day, familiar patterns knitted time and time again, so much so that they are in my memory. It will sound boring to some, but it gives me a sense of calm and order and pleasure especially when things outside of my control feel unpredictable and stressful. How about you, do you like your routines or do you prefer the excitement of something new?

Well, I’m off to get Toby a snack, so I will say goodbye for now and leave you with the wish that you have a good few weeks ahead of you where you are, see you in April sometime, J x

PS: (added after getting Toby’s snack), I wanted to give you an update on Katsue the fox. I mentioned in February that she had picked up a new injury which looked quite serious, and I’m very happy to say that she is doing well. She is still limping but moving with much greater ease than she was, and though she is still coming to visit most days she’s no longer encamped in our shed and has returned to her den. I still check the shed daily so see if she’s asleep in there but it’s been over 12 days since she moved out and she is now back to coming for her snacks mostly under cover of darkness.

It seems that she will always have a limp in both back legs now but I’m confident that she is managing well and does not need human intervention (other than small snacks). I feel that intervention should always be kept to a minimum with wild animals and that they should not be removed from their family group and familiar territory unless it is a life threatening situation. It is an enormous relief that she is recovering from her injury well enough to live a normal and very wild life.