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The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady

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. :)


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There is Something About Acres of Sunflowers

acres of sunflowers

Imagine wandering through 300 acres of tall, bright sunflowers.  Or seeing nothing but sunflowers as far as the eye can see?  There is just something about that, that gives one chills all over.  When my chorus teacher traveled to Spain this past summer, she witnessed just that.  Acres of Sunflowers.  To think that these natural wonders of beauty sprout up all over the world!

Now close your eyes, of course after you read this post, and imagine the following scene I have written.   I decided to write a short story about acres of sunflowers, and about a young girl who dwells on the coast of Maine.


No sun awakes today on sunset farm.  Only the cows don’t know that it’s destined to be a stormy day.  They twitch their long skinny tails, and take in whiffs of strong hay as I sit to milk them.  Little do they know that I’m as eager to get off this pail and explore as they are eager to eat.  I can spy the tall fields of sunflowers bowing their heads and beckoning me to come.  A little sparrow hops into the barn, cocking its head to a girl sitting on a pail milking a stubborn cow.  Yes, it’s me the little bird is wondering about.  At least mama will churn butter from this milk.  

The dark clouds are moving in as I wipe my hands on my apron and take the pale of milk to the kitchen.  Fog, our Maine Coon, follows me to the porch.  Then stretching out and collapsing on a chair, she takes a cat nap.  Mama hands me an empty bucket that I take to the shed to hang with the rest of our collection.  The shed smells of onions and fresh plants.  This is where mama does her pottery, where papa gardens, and where I have sat on so many cloudy afternoons knitting.

I don’t linger in the shed, I start right out for my favorite part of our farm, the sunflowers.  Acres and acres of them sway in the breeze.  It’s like staring at a million of glowing, happy faces dancing for you.  I crawl under the cathedral of yellow blooms.  A chipmunk carries a nut home.  A mouse bathes under the drop of some dew that drips every three seconds.  Some bees gather pollen for their hive.  Oh how it’s lovely to be out here, sheltered from the rain, by a roof of giant sunflowers!


Can you imagine acres of sunflowers?  Maybe you have some on your very own property.  If so, enjoy their smiling faces.  Someday I wish to explore acres of sunflowers.

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