Little Cotton Rabbits

Autumn walks

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It's that time of year again, when the autumn woods are calling me, and this year more than ever I've been craving the peace they hold beneath their branches. Throughout October I've wandered their pathways many times, ambling along at my own pace, scouting for interesting fungi, listening to the wind in the tops of the tall trees and the song of small birds hidden in the thickets and each time I can feel the accumulated tension seep from my body, down through my boot soles and away into the damp and springy earth below.

At other times of the year these walks would take me 45 minutes or so but in autumn, with so much to see, they can easily take me a couple of hours and inevitably end with me having wet muddy knees. As always I'm stumped by the names of many of these amazing fungi but then appreciating their magical beauty doesn't require an understanding of their taxonomy. They're each wonderfully unique and I'm always thrilled to discover and photograph each of them as I make my way through the wood. I hope you enjoy them too and that you're finding your own small ways to navigate these anxious times that we find ourselves in xx

These pictures were taken across many walks in October 2020 at Broxbourne Common, Cowheath wood, Danemead, Brambles wood and Broad Riding wood.

 

snowdrop woods

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The first sign of spring around our way is the arrival of snowdrops. They are such delicate little flowers, held aloft on a single slender stalk above smooth, narrow leaves they shimmer in the cold late winter breezes. And yet despite their fragile appearance they are tough little plants, breaking through the frozen earth with their tenacious green shoots and unfurling their pure white petals in patches of dappled sunlight.

There's nothing quite as uplifting as the sight of drifts of them spread beneath the bare trees, clustered together as though huddling against the cold weather. The February landscape is still dull and brown and appears dormant but snowdrops signal that a change is gradually gathering pace. I've been feeling a little low of late and was in need of a little natural pick-me-up, so today I wrapped up warmly in lots of woolly layers and braved the frosty morning and cold winds to go on a snowdrop hunt. There are quite a few places to find them locally but my favourite is a tiny patch of woodland sandwiched between a quarry and the tiny hamlet of Westmill - just a few pretty red-roofed cottages clustered around an old medival mill.

I've arrived back home with muddy knees; a few nettle stings around my ankles (I managed to kneel it a patch of them and didn't notice until it was too late) and cold, red cheeks but I'm feeling cheered and invigorated. I'm now warming up with knitting and a cup of tea before heading out to pick Toby up from his after school club.

If you're also feeling a little down I hope you find a little something to lift your spirits this week. If you have time let me know in the comments what's brightening your days at the moment. See you soon with a little of what I've been knitting

J x

 

 

Hibernating

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The first few months of the year always feel to me like a time for quiet rest and a gentler pace of life. Perhaps it's the short daylight hours of winter which make me feel a little like hibernating and using less energy. In summer I might walk in the woods in the evening or we'll be in the garden until after 10pm when dusk falls, but in January and February, with darkness falling before four o'clock in the afternoon, all I feel like doing in my free moments is curling up in a cosy corner by the fire and reading or knitting.

Along with bunny knitting I've been knitting lots of mittens. I have lots of wristwarmers, which I wear constantly throughout the winter months, but have been getting cold fingertips on my woodwalks and so it seemed a good plan to knit something a bit more cosy. This was a free pattern that I found on Ravelry and it's perfect, knitting up very quickly and with such a clever and comfortable thumb placket. It's called Garnomeras enkla vantar by Maria Samuelsson and I've loved knitting these in the 'silver birch'  organic merino Viola yarn that I gifted myself for Christmas, a beautiful hand-dyed yarn which has so many subtle tones. In fact I love the pattern so much that I've knitted a second pair, also in Viola Organic merino yarn, colourway 'frozen earth'. I have made a few modifications to the pattern (which is written for worsted weight yarn) in order to accomodate the DK yarn weight and I've added a little texture too - notes are over on my project page.

This morning there was a spectacular sunrise, which made me want to get up, dressed and out for a walk. So I headed off to the woods to see if the wood anemones were up yet but there was no sign of them, not even the tips of their leaves breaking through the soil. The woods are still deep in winter's pause, and we've not yet had a cold snap so it will be a little longer before the growing season starts again, although tree buds are starting to swell and small bird songs were all around as they start to pair up ready for spring. At least I'm now ready for ice and snow if it does arrive soon, and my hands will stay toasty and warm in my new mittens.

 

An autumn fungi walk

 

 

Firstly thank you all so very much for your kind and thoughtful comments, emails and direct messages wishing Toby a happy birthday. He had a lovely afternoon full of the simple pleasures that make him happiest; balloons, cake, lego, sensory toys, curry for dinner, salted caramel ice-cream for pudding and a 'disco' in the evening - he likes dancing by himself with the lights off and the disco ball on. I popped a couple of pictures of him taken on his birthday at the end of the previous post.

Talking of simple pleasures, I indulged in one of my favourites earlier this week when I took myself off for an autumn wood walk. Because we've had a lot of rain here recently I thought that it might be a good year for fungi and I was not disapointed.  I have never seen quite so many different types out in the woods and spent a very happy 3 hours wandering around with my camera and getting wet, muddy knees at Danemead wood, Broxbourne common and Cowheath wood. There's a mix of habitats there: deciduous woodland with oaks and hornbeams; a large area of pine woods and small areas of heathland and it was very peaceful with just the sounds of birdsong and the breeze ruffling the treetops and persuading the dying leaves from the branches.

I tried to name all the different funghi but have given up because it's so hard to identify most of them. A few though are easy - like the yellow staghorn which looks like a fairy campfire glowing in the undergrowth; the false deathcap that has a weird almost luminous greenish glow and the iconic fairytale fly agaric with it's white spotted bright red cap. Each is beautiful in their own unique way, even though some are very poisonous!

There are also some great pictures I'd like to show you of the fox, who is still a regular garden visitor, but I think with all of these woodland pictures I've run out of space here today, so I'll save those for next time. Have a great weekend and if you get time please leave me a comment below and let me know what seasonal delights you're enjoying in your part of the world.

 

 

A time of greening

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It's amazing how quickly the countryside changes as Spring takes hold. A slight rise in temperature, a sprinkling of spring rain and suddenly there are bright green leaves everywhere. It is a time of blossoming too - Spring brings many beautiful floral colours but my favourites are the frothy white blossoms that so many plants both big and small have at this time of year; hawthorn (May blossom), horse chestnut, wild cherry, apples and pears, white nettle, cow parsley, daisies and ramsons all are looking their beautiful best right now.

I headed to Hobby horse wood near Hertford Heath in search of woodland anemones, but was too late to see them at their best - I shall have to visit earlier next year. But at the orchard nature reserve in nearby Tewin the woods were carpeted with wild garlic and the fruit trees were in full blossom and buzzing with bees and trilling with bird song - I managed to get a picture of the elusive tree-creeper, though his head is out of focus because he never seems to keep still as he spirals up trunks in search of small insects.

Spring is in full glory out there and as I've been wandering and enjoying the white blossoms on my walks, I've been hearing the words of this poem and appreciating its sentiment,

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now

Is hung with bloom along the bough,

And stands about the woodland ride

Wearing white for Eastertide.

 

Now, of my threescore years and ten,

Twenty will not come again,

And take from seventy springs a score,

It only leaves me fifty more.

 

And since to look at things in bloom

Fifty springs are little room,

About the woodlands I will go

To see the cherry hung with snow.

 

A. E. Houseman, A Shropshire Lad 2