30.6.19 30 Days Wild #30 “A rose by any other name”

“What’s in a name? That which we call a Rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”
Dyma’r rhosyn sydd wedi cyrraedd ei ogoniant yn yr ardd eleni.

IMG_8104-1

But these local wild roses are stunning at the moment.

And man shall have dominion. Genetic selection. Preference. Morphic definition.

Cistus is a genus of flowering plants in the rockrose family Cistaceae. A rose with rock n roll.

Pabi, hocysen, clematis

Beauty in the eye of the beholder relies on the ability of the beholder to see.

Gobaith y lliwiau yw’r hâd.

So reveal your prism

Show your true colours

A rho gyfle i’r byd

And that is it. 30 days. A slice of time. Am nawr. Gad lonydd i’r byd a’r bod mawr.

IMG_8125-1

 

29.6.19 30 Days Wild #29 Ffos Las

2 ddiwrnod i fynd. Cyfle i fynd i’r goedwig goffa yn Ffos Las i weld beth sydd wedi newid dros y flwyddyn ddiwetha’. Am fore ffrwythlon!

IMG_8189

Mefus gwyllt / Fragaria vesca / Wild Strawberries                                                             (anyone else remember calling them ‘sheavies’?)

With only 2 days left, today offered an opportunity to Walk the remembrance woods in Ffos Las. Things have certainly changed since the last time we were there over a year ago. Quite a fruitful morning.

It’s always amazing how quickly nature can re-establish itself when given the chance. ‘Re-wilding’ is quite a buzz word, but if you want to see what it looks like then head to Ffos Las (other woods are available!)

https://www.woodlandtrust.org.uk/visiting-woods/wood/5670/coed-ffos-las/

Dwi erioed wedi gweld cynifer o ehedydd mewn un lle. Am wledd i’r llygaid a’r glust. Gweirloyn y ddôl ym mhob man a nifer o deigrod y benfelen.

Definitely the highest number of skylarks I’ve ever seen in one place (it looks like they’ve had an excellent breeding season). Meadow browns in rich numbers and numerous cinnabar moths.

And the Hedd Wyn memorial is so, so apt for the reflections of warfare to be married with extinction rebellion 100 years after WWI.

 

http://noglory.org/index.php/multimedia/poetry-and-spoken-word/240-hedd-wynn-war

War

Gwae fi fy myw mewn oes mor ddreng,
A Duw ar drai ar orwel pell;
O’i ôl mae dyn, yn deyrn a gwreng,
Yn codi ei awdurdod hell.
Pan deimlodd fyned ymaith Dduw
Cyfododd gledd i ladd ei frawd;
Mae swn yr ymladd ar ein clyw,
A’i gysgod ar fythynnod tlawd.
Mae’r hen delynau genid gynt,
Ynghrog ar gangau’r helyg draw,
A gwaedd y bechgyn lond y gwynt,
A’u gwaed yn gymysg efo’r glaw
Bitter to live in times like these.
While God declines beyond the seas;
Instead, man, king or peasantry,
Raises his gross authority.
When he thinks God has gone away
Man takes up his sword to slay
His brother; we can hear death’s roar.
It shadows the hovels of the poor.
Like the old songs they left behind,
We hung our harps in the willows again.
Ballads of boys blow on the wind,
Their blood is mingled with the rain.

That first line sticks with me with an intensity that should be missing during times of ‘peace’. Hedd Wyn fully understood the complexity and breadth of his observation.

“Gwae fi fy myw mewn oes mor ddreng” Ie wir.

28.6.19 30 Days Wild #28 Larva deception

A dyma fi’n meddwl bod pob lindysyn yn rhan o siwrne anhygoel iâr fach yr haf neu wyfyn.  Na, Ioan bach. Dim o gwbwl. Paid a bod mor ragfarnllyd. Dyma beth sy’n digwydd i’n llysiau Solomon ni bob blwyddyn,

I assumed (never assume, Ioan; never assume) that a caterpillar was a life cycle transition for butterflies and moths. This is what happens to our Solomon’s seal every year:

We try to operate a relaxed ‘laissez faire’ approach to gardening and have let the larvae eat the leaves but I’ve never identified them until #30DaysWild kicked me into action.

So. Drum rol . . . . .

DA RA!

It’s not a butterfly or a moth larvae. Is the Solomon’s seal sawfly larvae (I guess the clue is in the name)

IMG_8122-1

https://www.naturespot.org.uk/species/solomons-seal-sawfly

And today was also the ugly side of #30DaysWild for me. It hasn’t happened for a long time, but I caught a frog in the strimmer. It survived, but I’m not sure how much damage was caused.

Fues i’n teimlo’n flin drwy’r pnawn, ac wedyn cefais sgwrs diddorol da’r chwilen ‘ma a thrafod pethau pwysig bywyd:

IMG_8163

And that’s where today’s big discovery comes from. I now need to find out if this is a ‘stink bug’. If so, they’re an invasive species that have only been in this country for 5 years or so.  Now I wish the iPhone focus was on the beetle and not on my body hair!

I must admit, I do feel a little bit like Alfred Russel Wallace when he found a trichius fasciatus in the Neath Valley.

 

26.6.19 30 Days Wild #26 Iechyd Da.

Weithiau, mae eistedd yn yr awyr agored yn ddigon.

Yr heulwen. Yr awel. Caneuon yr adar. Yr awyr. Y llonyddwch. O ie – a’r cwrw (mae hopys yn wyllt iawn – Humulus lupulus) Iechyd da.

IMG_8102

Sometimes, a chance to sit outside is as wild as you want to be.

The sun. The breeze. The bird soundscape. The sky. The tranquility. Oh yes – and the beer (hops are pretty wild things you know – Humulus lupulus). Iechyd Da.

25.6.19 30 Days Wild #25 Evelyn Glennie

Dwi wastod wedi rhyfeddu ar ddawn Evelyn Glennie, a dyna oedd yr peth cynta’ ddath i’n feddwl wrth ddarganfod y morgrug ‘ma heddi. Sdim clustiau da morgrug. Mae nhw’n clywed drwy ddadansoddi dirgryniadau gyda’u traed. Dwi’n edmygu morgrug hefyd.

I’ve always admired Evelyn Glennie, and that was my first thought when I saw this ant colony today. Ants don’t have ears, they ‘hear’ through feeling vibrations with their feet. I admire ants too.

24.6.19 30 Days Wild #24 Art and soul

Ein traeth lleol yw’r hyfryd harbwr Porth Tywyn a hen harbwr Penbre. Cwpwl o fisoedd yn ôl mi roedd Andy Goldsworthy tebyg wedi crwydro’r traeth a gadael ei marc/farc. Wrth i weddill Gymru drafod Banksy – mi oedd rhywbeth yr un mor drawiadol wedi’i greu yn y gorllewin – heb fawr o sylw.

Our local beach is Porth Tywyn harbour and the old harbour in Penbre. Whilst the Welsh news were manic with the Banksy in Port Talbot, this Andy Goldsworthy tribute passed very quietly in this westerly port. Who’s the mystery artist?

A week later, nature miraculously transformed the sculpture into full 3D