Country rambles in England : $b or, Journal of a naturalistKnapp, J. L. (John Leonard)
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Country rambles in England : $b or, Journal of a naturalist
Knapp, J. L. (John Leonard)
Natural history -- England; Natural history -- Outdoor books
But perhaps the year 1825, taking all its circumstances, is the most
extraordinary to be found in our annals. The winter of 1824–5 had been
mild and wet; the ensuing spring dry, but with keen winds and frosty
mornings, which greatly injured the fine blossoms that appeared on our
fruit trees; and the continued and profuse nightly fall of the honey-dew
was quite unusual: the leaves of the oak, the cherry, and the plum, were
constantly smeared and dropping with this clammy liquor, which, falling
from the foliage on the ground, blackened it as if some dark fluid had
been spilled upon it: the leaves of most of our stone fruits curled up,
covered with aphides, and became deciduous; and their young shoots were
destroyed by the punctures of these insects that clustered on them. This
honey-dew continued to fall till about the middle of July, affording an
abundant supply of food to multitudes of bees, moths, and other insects
which swarmed about the trees. We rarely begin cutting our grass before
the first week in July; but in consequence of the heat of June in this
year, it was so drawn up, that much hay was made and carried by the 20th
of June, which commonly is not accomplished till August. Our crops on
good ground were considered as fair, though in general the chilling
season of May had occasioned a deficiency; but all our clover crops and
artificial grasses were harvested in the finest order, producing good-
sized ricks and mows; yet their bulk was delusive, the provender cutting
out light and strawy. The heat and drought continued, with very partial
and slight showers of rain, all June and July; nor had we any thing like
serviceable rain till the second of August. In consequence our grass
lands were burned up, and our fields parched, presenting deep fissures
in all parts. The heat was unusually distressing all day; and evening
brought us little or no relief, as every wall radiated throughout the
night the heat it had imbibed from the torrid sun of the day. Our
bedroom windows were kept constantly open, all apprehension from damps
and night airs, which at other times were of the first consideration,
being disregarded; a cooler temperature, however obtained, was alone
required; and we lingered below, unwilling to encounter the tossings and
restlessness that our heated beds occasioned. Our wainscots cracked,
furniture contracted and gaped with seams; a sandal-wood box, which had
been in use for upwards of twenty years in dry rooms, shrunk and warped
out of all form; a capsule of the sandbox tree (hura crepitans), which
had remained in repose over a shelf above the fire-place for an unknown
length of time, now first experienced an excess of dryness, and exploded
in every direction; door frames contracted, window sashes became fixed
and immovable. These are trifles to relate, but yet they mark the very
unusual dryness of the atmosphere.
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