So should we live, that every hour May die as dies the natural flower. by James Russell Lowell born: February 22, 1819 – August 12, 1891) an American Romantic poet, critic, editor, and diplomat.
We followed the paths to take us the woods, Rivenhall Thicks, and Tarecroft Wood. The walk took 127 minutes and we needed to walk briskly as it was a chilly morning. The hedgerow is now edge with tiny white flowers of the greater stitchwort. The plant’s name comes for the fact it was thought to be a cure for the ‘stitch’, a pain in the side of the body.
Crab Apple: The flowers are in clusters of about five to seven, each with five sepals, hairy inside, and five petals. The yellowish-green fruit is very sour and is used to make crab-apple jelly.
Gooseberries: The plant was native in most of Europe and ground in shady valleys and rocky woods.
Wood Melick: A delicate creeping perennial grass of dry, shady woodland.
The bluebell are now in full flower in Tarecroft woods. As we followed the path through the wood I heard high above us a loud ‘chwit’ and spotted a Nuthatch. The small blue-grey bird with buff underparts hopped up and down the tree trunks in search of insects. It moved too quickly for me to get a clear shot of it. Blue tits and Great tits were all busy hunting for insects too.
Hopefully we will have some warmer mornings soon as it is still too cold for many insects and plants which we have seen other years at this time of the year. I’m hoping we will have some rain too as it is very dry and my water-butts in the garden are getting low already.
Chat again soon,