One thing that happened in September and throughout the fall, was the sowing of seeds to lie dormant over the winter and be there in the Spring. So it was not all harvest home on the farms.
About the end of August, and during the whole of September, the second and last brood of caterpillars will be found; several species of Gryllus may also be taken in meadowy and marshy lands.”—Samouelle’s Introduction to British Entomology, pp. 316, 317.
Gryllus, dear reader, is a cricket and in England known as a field cricket. Apparently there are very few left now, indeed it is an endangered species and found only in one square kilometer in West Sussex, but in Regency times you would have heard them chirping away here and there.
Not exactly a pretty picture, but I felt quite sad to know that our crickets are losing ground fast.
The larva of the privet hawk-moth may now be found on the privet shrub, and its elegant appearance affords a contrast to the uninviting form of many of the caterpillar tribe.
Now there is a fine looking specimen for a heroine to find in her hedge. Elegant appearance? Hmm.
The sulphur butterfly also will frequently be seen in the bright mornings of September, flitting about the gay flowers of our gardens.
The whole image is delightful. Our naturist certainly waxes lyrical at times.
Well there is lots more for September, but call in same time next year.lol
In the meantime. Happy Rambles.
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