Hi folks,
So now it is Winter. Well, that is we've changed the clocks back from Summertime so I suppose that it must be. And. The old Greeks, who knew a thing or two about most things and had legends to explain the others, had a legend for the Seasons, especially Winter, and to them it was the 4 months of the year that we call November-February.
Tis Winter!
And now must bright Persephone, her joyful seasons passed,
Return once more to Hades, as was promised long ago.
Tis Time!
And so Demeter saddens and all things slow in sympathy,
For her great loss, the treasured daughter gone once more below
Tis Limbo!
And then the last late glorious burst of colours fades and dies,
Leaves falling like Niobes tears and swiftly blown away.
Tis Winter!
And only that small hope, the Dark Lord's compact, bears them up,
That in the fullness she comes back to grace the Earth one day.
Tis Hope! Tis Faith! But! Tis Winter!
Well yes, that's all very well but it doesn't feel that way here in S Glos at the moment. Granted that the Summer birds have gone, and at least some of the Winter ones have arrived, but the leaves are still on more trees than they are off, ditto most of the hedges; the flowering shrubs in the garden are over but there are still tender bedding plants with flowers on them; the Hornets have finished with the Blue-Tit box (well it doesn't buzz when I tap it and nothing comes out), but on Saturday I saw a Bumblee-bee on the wing and on Sunday a Small Tortoiseshell ditto. The feeding flocks ARE back after their post-breeding breaks, but daytime temperatures are up in the 60s (don't talk to me about Centithings), so what's it all about? Perhaps Demeter has insomnia?
But all that doesn't mean that we shouldn't be getting our birdy-feeding plans together in case the real cold does arrive. Then the birds WILL need our help. Hard sustained frosts play havoc with the natural food supplies for the insectivores, Wrens, Long-Tailed Tits, and Pied Wagtails are especially susceptible and suffer severe population reductions; and ice is of no use to thirsty birds. So get prepared, just in case the Met Office is right this time.
Bill
So now it is Winter. Well, that is we've changed the clocks back from Summertime so I suppose that it must be. And. The old Greeks, who knew a thing or two about most things and had legends to explain the others, had a legend for the Seasons, especially Winter, and to them it was the 4 months of the year that we call November-February.
Tis Winter!
And now must bright Persephone, her joyful seasons passed,
Return once more to Hades, as was promised long ago.
Tis Time!
And so Demeter saddens and all things slow in sympathy,
For her great loss, the treasured daughter gone once more below
Tis Limbo!
And then the last late glorious burst of colours fades and dies,
Leaves falling like Niobes tears and swiftly blown away.
Tis Winter!
And only that small hope, the Dark Lord's compact, bears them up,
That in the fullness she comes back to grace the Earth one day.
Tis Hope! Tis Faith! But! Tis Winter!
Well yes, that's all very well but it doesn't feel that way here in S Glos at the moment. Granted that the Summer birds have gone, and at least some of the Winter ones have arrived, but the leaves are still on more trees than they are off, ditto most of the hedges; the flowering shrubs in the garden are over but there are still tender bedding plants with flowers on them; the Hornets have finished with the Blue-Tit box (well it doesn't buzz when I tap it and nothing comes out), but on Saturday I saw a Bumblee-bee on the wing and on Sunday a Small Tortoiseshell ditto. The feeding flocks ARE back after their post-breeding breaks, but daytime temperatures are up in the 60s (don't talk to me about Centithings), so what's it all about? Perhaps Demeter has insomnia?
But all that doesn't mean that we shouldn't be getting our birdy-feeding plans together in case the real cold does arrive. Then the birds WILL need our help. Hard sustained frosts play havoc with the natural food supplies for the insectivores, Wrens, Long-Tailed Tits, and Pied Wagtails are especially susceptible and suffer severe population reductions; and ice is of no use to thirsty birds. So get prepared, just in case the Met Office is right this time.
Bill