Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: blossom, Environment, esther woolfson, field notes from a hidden city, nature, nature writing, urban nature
The last day of the blossom. On Saturday I walked to a neighbouring parish to conduct a wedding. Cherry blossom lay under the trees like confetti. The winds are already picking up for the storm forecast for today and tomorrow. I think this will be the last day of the blossom, although I have a forlorn hope that the apple tree in front of this window may stay pink and red.
Yesterday I dug one of the beds in my vegetable plot. We have peas ready to go on as soon as the soil is warm. I listened to blackbirds and crows, watched a robin and bluetits. I saw a cat sitting patiently by a mouse’s nest. When I sat and warmed my back in the sun I read Esther Woolfson’s excellent Field Notes From a Hidden City: An Urban Nature Diary. I recommend this. She observes the nature around her in the city of Aberdeen. It helps me to notice and to pay attention; it challenges us to reflect on how our actions effect and harm others – of vital importance in this week of a General Election where the Campaign has not concentrated on the needs of the environment (or indeed those people in great need in British society). The book also meditates deeply on why so many of live in the city but do not engage with the nature around us, and why nature writing concentrates so often on the wild or where human beings are little present.
I will post more on this soon.
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