Mae hi wedi bod mor sych yn y coed yr haf hwn, mae’r ddaear fel concrit o dan yr uwchbridd tywyll cyfoethog. Dwi erioed wedi gweld y nant mor isel. Ond o leiaf mae gennym ni nant ac mae’n dal i redeg, felly mae gennym ni ddwr. Ac mae’n rhaid bod dwr yn y ddaear, oherwydd mae’r coed, y rhedyn a’r mieri yn parhau i fod mor ogoneddus o wyrdd, gan amsugno’r heulwen. (more…)

Roedd mis Mawrth yn fis euraidd. Heulwen euraidd – torri record, yn ol y Swyddfa Dywydd – cennin pedr euraidd, llym y llygad, dant llew, briallu – wel, mwy o lemwn nag aur ond siawns na fyddwch chi’n caniatau ychydig o drwydded farddonol? (more…)

Croeso i gylchlythr cyntaf 2022! Mae Ionawr bron ar ben a ‘rwyf mor hapus i weld arwyddion o’r gwanwyn o’r diwedd! Mae’n cynyddu’n raddol o hyn ymlaen: bydd dail ifanc ffres y gwyddfid yn cysylltu â dail baban y ddraenen wen a’r rhosyn, yna bydd helyg a cheirios, ac ymlaen maen’n mynd, y goedwig yn troi’n wyrdd yn raddol wrth i’r dyddiau ymestyn. Mae cynffonau’r wyn cyntaf eisoes wedi ymddangos ar yr helyg a byddwn yn gweld rhagor yn fuan. (more…)

Am wahaniaeth mae wythnos yn ei wneud! Dechreuais ysgrifennu’r cylchlythyr hwn yn ystod wythnos olaf mis Tachwedd, pan oedd yr hydref tyner hir yn teimlo’n ddiddiwedd. Yna daeth Storm Arwen a dyfodiad y gaeaf. (more…)

It seems appropriate that I should devote this newsletter to ghoulies and ghosties. Hallowe’en is next Sunday and the mosses are dripping in anticipation. Everything is damp. Yellow slime mould is running riot. Under the brambles, the red and white Amanitas are out in force, capturing the imagination. (more…)

It’s beautiful!  Clouds of butterflies dancing in the sunshine. On warm September days, the wood smells delicious. I struggle to describe the rich and complex aroma in a way that would be meaningful to those who are unable to visit; it’s a mixture of fruit and fungi, trees and damp earth; it reminds me of Christmas cake, but with a bit of a citrus tang to it. (more…)

Frogs are jumping and the brambles are high. The wood is totally lush: the trees in full sail, the ferns at their most magnificent. In sunny spots, flowers are blooming as never before and the air is scented with honey suckle. (more…)

It’s late spring and spirits are rising with the temperature. We are being freed from lockdown and the earth is producing fresh life. Day after day dawns bright the air sweet with birdsong; and while the wind can still feel chilly, there is real warmth in the sunshine.… (more…)

I was fortunate to be in the wood on St Davids Day. It was glorious. The daffodils have just come into bloom, sunshine filtering through their bright spring bonnets. The wild daffs in the Baby Grove are doing particularly well and spreading freely… (more…)