I'm tracing the seasons of the year on the common through my window, finding the rhythms of nature in the heart of the city. Mostly on Insta @thiscommonyear
I'm tracing the seasons of the year on the common through my window, finding the rhythms of nature in the heart of the city. Mostly on https://t.co/xoHwYcO0tf, but also in your inbox – https://t.co/0dd9tLQpus
• Rise • I’ve been enjoying the quiet of the morning. When it’s cold it’s hard to stir from bed early, but the past few weeks the rewards for doing so have been great. Everything is… https://t.co/cg9sGQIKzz
• Strike your note • I’ve been quiet of late. The past month I’ve been reflecting on the influence those who have gone before us have on our lives. How they shape and form us and then how… https://t.co/JUW1ZA6gn0
• Apple day • The humble apple. Last fruit of the season after all the berries are gone, forage for apples on the commons and parks of London and you’ll always get a surprise. No apple… https://t.co/zIKP8xYO0e
• Little autumn of the geese • Sometimes it feels like there are more than four seasons in a year. Heading towards the equinox, I’m determined to wear my autumn clothes, yet the… https://t.co/0WIlRXs61K
• Mild • They call it deus ex machina, the annoying plot device when ‘I woke up and it was all a dream’. Yet now the heat is over it’s hard to remember what it felt like. Not the getting… https://t.co/Wxw5aOW1Hj
• Dog days • Thought I’d share an extract from my latest newsletter. Link in the bio if you want more - The hottest days of the year are the dog days, and this year they’ve raged on and… https://t.co/2fHLsojQ9A
• And it came to pass • An endless summer. The kind you wish for when it’s damp and cold and rainy in March without really realising what you’re asking. The ground is parched, the grass… https://t.co/Aov9EOsfI9
• Desire lines • 'She wants to be flowers, but you make her owls. You must not complain, then, if she goes hunting.’ I’m reading The Owl Service again, Alan Garner’s spooky midsummer… https://t.co/KJZEgy2P8e
• No rain • There’s been no rain just a plague of flying ants, filling the hot air and landing on my tongue when I try and speak. It’s a spectacle. It pleases me that people notice the… https://t.co/JjM928Ekno