OF all the blithesome melody that wakes the warm heart’s thrill, give me the wind that whistles free across the moorland hill; When every blade upon the lea is dancing with delight, and every bush and flower and tree is singing in its flight.
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Northern Shores: Thrift
Thrift is a member of the Plumbaginaceae (aka Leadwort) tribe, a small and tough family that specialises in harsh habitats, having evolved ‘chalk glands’ that excrete salts, allowing it to flourish in places where weaker plants fear to venture, like our storm-lashed, salt-sprayed coastlines.
Ichneumon sarcitorius, the White-Striped Darwin Wasp
Ichneumon sarcitorius is a common and strikingly patterned parasitic wasp belonging to the vast Ichneumonidae family.
Often referred to as a ‘Darwin wasp’ this species is a vital component of its ecosystem, serving as a specialised natural predator that helps manage moth populations in a wide variety of habitats throughout the British Isles.
Easter
By Gerard Manley Hopkins Break the box and shed the nard;Stop not now to count the cost;Hither bring pearl, opal, sard;Reck not what the poor have lost;Upon Christ throw all away:Know ye, this is Easter Day. Build His church and deck His shrine,empty though it be on earth;Ye have kept your choicest wine—Let it flowContinue reading “Easter”
Searching for Stonechat on Pendle
In spring the hill becomes alive with birdsong as smaller birds come into their own, high above, unseen in Pendle’s famous mists, Skylark and Meadow Pipit trill, from a lone Rowan an Ouzel whistles and from the Gorse you may hear the unusual yet unmistakeable call of the Stonechat.
Springtime Lepidoptera on the Fylde Coast Dunes
Lancashire’s Fylde Coast features one of the finest stretches of sand dunes anywhere in England. From St Annes to Starr Gate these dynamic dune-systems, remnants of a once vast realm of sandy hills which stretched along this entire coast, are home to a myriad of flora and fauna, many of which have nowhere else to live.
Hymn to Spring, by Lancastrian Poet Samuel Bamford
Sweet bringer of new life, welcome thou hither! Though with thee comes the strife of changeful weather. Oh! young and coldly fair, come with thy storm-blown hair. Down casting snow-pearls fair, for earth to gather!
When the Buds and the Blossoms are Fresh on the Trees!
The arrival of spring often feels hard-won here in northern England, winters linger longer here than in the south, with colder temperatures and more frequent frosts delaying the greening of the landscape.
Yet, as days lengthen and occasional milder spells arrive, typically from late February through March, the first tentative signs of nature’s renewal appear on the trees.
Northwest Nature and History 