bees · butterflies · Garden · Latin names

Our Natural Time and Tide

September the start of the new academic year but the end of the summer, the seasons sweep me along, caught in the rise and fall of the tide of time. I am excited, new beginnings, time to tidy the garden after the fullness of summer, time to pare down, to cut back and move on. Time to let go but also to plan.

Taking the time to watch the bees and butterflies.

I’ve learned of the importance of the change of seasons on physical health, to me it has an immense bearing on mental health too. We move, behave, react to the natural rhythms of the seasons, the tides of the year.

 

Yesterday I watched the swallows balancing on the line, today I’ll search for the glistening September spider webs.

 

It is a beautiful morning. thumb_IMG_4692_1024The honeysuckle (Lonicera Caprifolium) has grown over the fence and this year we could smell the delicate fragrance drifting on the summer evenings as we passed through the gate.

Now small perfect cherry-red berries have emerged, plump and juicy, a feast for the birds. Sunshine illuminates it on the morning side; the east. The west will have to wait for later in the day to feel the full glow of the light. To sit at the kitchen table and look out of the window at greenery has been my aim since we moved here, it’s getting there.

 

A garden, like everything else, takes time.

 

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This sunflower grew in the pot with the cordon pear tree – a lovely surprise!

I am reading Guardians of the Wild Unicorns by Lindsay Littleson and Swimming with Seals by Victoria Whitworth.

butterflies · Fairies · Nature

Butterfies and Fairies

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Small Tortoiseshell

 

Do you ever just know you are in the right place at the right time? Sometimes you’re lucky.

This Small Tortoiseshell butterfly did a tour of my garden before settling down for a rest.

I’ve always been fascinated by the symmetry and beauty of butterflies. Maybe because as a child I loved stories about fairies. If you look closely at the depictions of a fairy’s wings then really they are the wings of a butterfly. And so, it always seems to me there is something magical, something of another world about them.

Perhaps seeing a butterfly reminds me of those childhood days, lost in a book of fairy stories, transported to another world.

Just for an instant as they grace our presence.

 

I recently read had the pleasure of reading a beautiful book, ‘Cicely Mary Barker and her Art’ by Jane Laing. I’ve posted my review on GoodReads.

Ever wished you could name the butterfly that is fluttering by you?

Well, the Big Butterfly Count  is on until the end of August. There is a handy App you can download.

Butterflies must flutter into my thoughts  more than I realise. One of my very first blog posts  was about butterflies and there have been more since!

A Butterfly Moment

A Kaleidescope of Butterfly Moments

“Just living is not enough,” said the butterfly, “one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower.”  ~Hans Christian Andersen, The Complete Fairy Tales

Time for a short story? One of my favourites is The Faery Handbag by Kelly Link.

 

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Take some ‘thyme out’.
butterflies · Inspiration · swimming · walking

A Kaleidescope of ‘Butterfly Moments’

Now, I am a person who enjoys exercise, mostly once I’ve finished! I love the sense of achievement.

Owning a dog has made me walk in weather I probably wouldn’t have otherwise and I’ve spoken before about the ‘butterfly moment‘ on a walk when your mind suddenly seems to relax and fly free. Leaving your thoughts clearer to return to everyday life again with new enthusiasm.

A special butterfly ‘moment’.

Well, I’ve been going swimming and something I’ve noticed is that at a certain point I smile when I swim. Slightly bizarre I confess, to smile under the water but there we go.

I think it is probably the same as when I walk, that moment when you begin to enjoy the exercise for what it is and relax into it. I would like to call this my swimming ‘butterfly moment’ but there is no chance of me swimming the butterfly stroke so perhaps it’s not such a good analogy here!

Now, I’m no lepidopterist but there must be something in it as when I went for a run (unfortunately a rare occurrence) recently I again found myself smiling, call it the endorphins, call it what you like, it’s definitely very inspiring.

Have you noticed what gives you your ‘butterfly moment’?

 

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Spring arriving!