“To Daydream”, By Me
To wonder and dream, to ponder many things
To let your mind wander to and fro
Down a path were roses grow
And thoughts take flight on golden wings.
In the night of winter, nature slept as soundly as a bear in its cave. But as spring was born, the fields bloomed with rich color and the glow of Marigolds. The air carried the scent of sweetness wherever it roamed and the clouds allowed the sun to peek over their gloomy curtains. I longed to lay in the tall grass among the buds and pretend I lived right there with them. The thrasher called to me from among its little hollows in the overgrown grass. The bullfrogs and crickets beckoned me to bury my toes in the moist, fertile dirt. The rabbits played among the wild flowers and begged for me to join them. But still I could not answer their call. For life’s duties held on to me strongly and would not loosen their grip. Perhaps I would find time for the frolic of daydream in near future.
Book of the day: “The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady”. I just love this nature journal. If you have never read through it before, I encourage you to borrow it from your library. I know it inspires me to keep a nature journal. The pictures are so beautiful and real, and all the text is written in the author’s handwriting. The following text is from a nature journal I wrote when I was about ten or eleven.
A Nature Walk is a Privilege to study beauty, to smell the air on which we tread through. To feel the dust that we walk upon, to make the seasons come alive. January a time when the frosty air is in you coming out your mouth with puffs of smoke. The snow is frosted on the earth spread like a white blanket. February the white frosty winter is still here, this is a time for loving and a time to celebrate Valentines Day. Spring is coming soon very soon and the Cardinals will sing. The frosty snow still covers the ground but is more like gentle and delicate slush. The air you breathe is still a crisp winter wind that gives you rosy cheeks. March a time to skip and dance, the tiny invisible white and pink buds began to appear. Surely, surely spring is almost here. Soon the flowers blossom and the happy times have begun. March is a time for laughter a time to be together again. And surely April is to remember how the rain comes, to water all of the flowers and blossoms. April! April is here! The birds build their nests in the white-flowered trees and the baby animals are born, everything begins again. The grass is green the sky is blue and Easter weekend will soon come to! May has soon, has soon begun and there is fun for everyone. The beauty has covered the world so great the air is warm with breezes. The nice spring breeze has come at last and the whistling birds are here singing. June is pretty and always hot, the air is sweating the pop cycles will melt. The ice-cream truck is on its way. June! June is here today! July is a time of Red, white and Blue, the time of the flag as we always knew. We eat are watermelon and some chocolate cake. The summer is already wide awake. August is nice the end of hot summer, and now the breeze is here again. But wait! Summer is not completely gone, there is still hot weather and pop cycles to be ate. September! Fall has begun the leaves the colors for everyone! The leaves start to turn their color and then away with the wind they’ll turn and flutter. As you walk down the sidewalk you will here crunch under your feet. For the leaves are falling down, down on the street. October is nice and quite precise; the fall is not to its end. The leaves are still here and more will appear; fall is great for sure! November, yes fall is still here! Away with the wind you will here us all cheer. But you have to understand that the cold weather has just begun. Thanksgiving is in this glorious month, a time to thank our God for much, to thank him for this beautiful year and to ask him for the snow to appear. December is a wonderful month, with Christmas! A time our dear Savior was born. The snow has begun to fall on our roof, and the year is done; the next will be January and so on.
The book was written and illustrated back in 1906, but wasn’t published until Edith Holden’s works was discovered in about 1977.
Edith loved nature. She was constantly gathering flowers and plants to draw them. She also drew many birds.
I was very saddened to read that the author died at the age of 49 after drowning in the Thames while gathering buds from a Chestnut Tree.
I encourage you to borrow this wonderful book from your local library and look through it thoroughly. I hope you benefit from it just as much as I did. :)
As we celebrate Mother’s Day I will tell you a little about my observation of birds the last few weeks. About a month ago, two Brown-Thrashers built a nest in our Confederate Jasmine vine. I can imagine that that was a lovely place to build a home. Once there were baby birds (or more like a ball of feathers) in the nest the mother and father were very protective of their children. If we got close to the nest to peek at it the mother would swoop down from her watching place and make a “tchuck” sound like a cracking of a twig. The sound would get louder and louder until it turned into something like a hiss. As the babies got older that parents would bring them more and more food. Two days ago, I noticed the the baby birds were out of the nest and hopping about. I watched them all day, it was very entertaining. The baby birds loved to hide in our tall grass, which was great except for one problem; my dad decided to mow the lawn that day. While mowing, he found a baby bird in the grass and carried it out of harms way. Meanwhile, all that afternoon the mother and father continued to call and fly about searching for their little lost bird. Later that evening, I went with my dad to find the bird. We found it by a little creek, and it was gazing up at us with fear. We returned it to its home and then spent the rest of the day watching it. After recovering in the vine for a few minutes, it ventured out onto the lawn hopping and following its mother.
Overall, I enjoyed watching the process of birds. Brown-Thrashers are very similar to Mocking Birds. If you don’t already know, Mocking Birds copy the songs of other birds. Have you ever tried to teach a Mocking Bird a new song? Whistle a little tune and observe the bird sit very still while listening. It may even repeat your melody. Have you ever seen two Mocking Birds dancing? A few years ago, while I sat eating breakfast at our kitchen table, I watched two Mocking Birds hopping this way and that. Always in a rhythmic pattern. One bird would hop one way and the other bird the opposite way. The birds danced for quite a awhile and than flew off together as the afternoon approached. Observing birds can be very interesting. It is fun to see how the blue-bird drives off its enemies or breaks up a fight. It is entertaining to watch Gold-Finches fighting over the bird food. It is lovely to admire the Chickadee’s and The Tufted Titmouse’s beautiful feather designs. I encourage you to spend a little time “making friends” with the birds. Maybe they will put on a show for you in return!