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Wolkenbilder

Fantasie und stell dich ein.

Mal ein Blick in Wolkentürme -

lustig bildet sich -

ein kleiner Harlekin,

ein Wagen mit diversen Szenen,

erst nur ein lustiges Gesicht -

ein Zwerg, ein Tier

und Zügel schweben

Es treibt der Wind

und schwupp sogleich,

da sind sie schon im Meer -

zerflossen, verwandelt,

doch es bleibt,

die Fantasie und Welt verstehen,

ein Abbild allen Sein's zugleich.

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Thank you International Nature Journaling for an incredible week, and thank you everyone for sharing, I have been so inspired by everyone's art and words

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My small community of Manuka bushes connect with many honey bees which produce manuka honey with unique properties capable of killing bacteria and healing wounds faster than any other honey. Thus connecting further with the wider community.

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In Castletownshend there are two community 'gardens'. One is hidden away behind Main Street and contains herbs, currant bushes, flowers and a small orchard. This one on The Mall has a potato crop and a few onions. Today I visited The Famine Story in Skibbereen Heritage Centre, so this garden seemed most appropriate for the INJW theme. Perhaps some sort of sketch in due course.

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Thanks for the prompt, community is so important, and it was an enjoyable time spent outside contemplating it!

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The old tree lives

with moss, algae, ivy, mushrooms

And guests often come

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Morning glories are special for my family.

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First sketches ever sitting out in the open.

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Honouring the Morning Glory today in my nature journal with a poem written by me.

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Grateful to a friend who gave me a beautiful copy of the book I am using for inspiration this week. Thankful to be able to share my book here and on Wild Wonder Foundation.

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Having flowers growing as I enter and leave my house each day means SO much. And, helps my spirit flourish.

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Nature Journaling fills my heart with hope each morning.

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So happy to receive a copy of The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady by Edith Holden as inspiration.  I am journaling each day about the flowers in my garden. With poems that go along with word of the day.

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Star in the bushes

the blackbird sings a hymn

in your honor

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I'm houring the Designer of all creation today. If God cares about clothing the fields, then surely He cares about us.

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Day 5 here in NZ and I am choosing to HONOUR the humble Calendula with its ability to pop up every year and produce the most glowing yellow and orange flower heads in my winter veggie garden. It has many medicinal uses as well as warding off multiple pests from surrounding veggies.

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Seeing water in our rain gauge is always a cause for celebration! We are are grateful for the rain breathing new life into the plants that have been surviving the summer and refresh and renew the dams which were almost dry!

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The dogs and I were grateful for a dry if windy walk to Knockdrum Ring Fort this morning. Simply not the weather for sketching outdoors.

In the foreground the stones of the reconstructed fort. In the distance Toe Head to the right and the Atlantic. I may try to capture some of this in a rough sketch. Sweet vernal grass I think blowing in the wind and stonecrop beginning to emerge among the stones. Magical.

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Just grateful to have a place to observe nature grow!

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Today at the cemetery:

An unexpected joy

this quiet encounter

we are both amazed

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I was fully PRESENT with this Tree in my Backyard!

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Flourishing means trying to grow ourselves and helping others too to grow to the fullest of our capacities, together, in harmony.

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Gratitude is being quietly happy, no comparison, not haste no chasing to show off. The flower drawn on the bookmark is Golden Dewdrop. It's not that famous, I hadn't known it though it's very near to my home, it is quietly happy though not famous, it has no mental clutter and no race to be famous, it's simply happy, that's what Gratitude is, I feel.

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Hope is a 'move' in search of a path.

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've been admiring this early blooming wattle in my driveway. It reminds that though winter has just begun, spring isn't far away. I'm grateful for the consistent cycle of seasons.

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I am grateful I moved to Whanganui around 7 years ago- it has a wonderful climate and wonderful arts community.Iam so grateful also for my new birding and botanical friends here- all who share their knowledge so generously. I am also so grateful to my students who keep coming back to my workshops over and over! I am particularly grateful to the late Ian Bell who bred this stunning Safari Sunset leucodendron here in Whanganui - its the largest selling cut flower in the Protea family in the world- its been a source of inspiration to me and has been a most wonderful subject for my many workshops.

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Tiny mushrooms growing out of decaying wood

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These tiny, almost translucent, mushrooms are flourishing at the moment due to the fact that the rain finally arrived!

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In our yard, Rose of Sharon cannot die. This tree looked on the brink a few years ago, but now is thriving again.

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Its always a joy to see my red hot pokers flourishing this time of year when there isnot much colour in my winter garden. They flourish their fiery heads like beacons to honey bees, tuis and silvereyes which all love to feed on the nectar.

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Unfolding blue

doesn't just shine on its own

it shares the joy

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Ireland experienced a lot of rain at the start of the year until fairly recently. It really shows in the greenness of the landscape right now, and especially here in West Cork in the flourishing ferns and navelworts. The drawing attempts to show Hart's Tongue Fern and navelworts on the side of a covered well basin.

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As I was weeding the garlic this morning, I noticed the earthworms were flourishing in the wet soil after the rain.

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Im a new caretaker for some herb and veggie plantings ...my presence and attention will help me learn what they need to thrive ...just as they help me to thrive...

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Seek Hope, the gift of Today

Sun rises

awakening as

new day gently enfolds.

Breathe softly

listen deeply

see clearly

move quietly

reach eagerly

energize vigorously

be amazed

thankfully! sgCohen Jan 2026

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A bit rushed today due to a busy schedule, so on this morning's dog walk I photographed the lichens on a gnarled ornamental cherry in the churchyard and 'drew' rapidly before preparing dinner. More haste less speed! The lichens are an indicator of air quality on the Irish coast and cover lots of trees prolifically. That is a hopeful sign amidst all the 'bad' news about the climate.

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Today, Hope was all about having the time to start. It was nice to see in this short time (in life) the sun had changed on the tree branch. It also kind of looks like a lizard - completely unintentional :)

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Associations with hope...

Swift's time

they trust in the vastness

and feel carried along

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Presence is to see a tree and nature's colour palette.

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(Jackie/Long Island, USA)

This is the third year this killdeer pair have come to our local park to nest. Their presence is overwhelmingly known by screams, yells and calls anytime anyone comes anywhere near the park!

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These amazing little fungi release their spores when raindrops hit them! Rain brings us hope of new life and a cycle that begins again!

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Finding hope and joy in the morning sky.

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Today's theme of HOPE hit me in the face. As I was about to journal something in the garden a fluttering movement on the ground caught my eye- a brave little monarch butterfly with malformed? hind wings was struggling across the peastraw then over grass to seek shelter under a calendula leaf just as the rain came down. My hope is for this little creature to make it into the air and have a fulfilled life!! The theme also reminded me of the stunning poem on Hope by Emily Dickinson which I included on my journal spread. It is so relevant for the world today!

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I spent fifteen minutes in my front yard sit spot, listening to the birds, feeling the breeze, watching the hovering insects, looking closely at the cobwebs. I decided to draw the tiny plants beside me, and as they appeared on the page I saw them dancing, arms akimbo.

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Grateful for the blessing of rain.

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Stormy day today-- nature journaling inside! This begonia was a gift from a beloved grandmother who is no longer with us but lives on in our hearts! It was delightful to sit with it & draw and paint it.

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Present in central Portugal near Ansião A Portuguese oak with sun light and shadow.

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INJW seems to happen when we are away from England and on holiday in Ireland. After a glorious week, rain and wind have returned. I have used presence to mean being present here in this house in West Cork. The Herb-Robert came from the garden. I don't find the smell when crushed unpleasant - do you? I believe that it is used for a herbal tea in NZ, which a Robert I know is quite keen on.

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In my neighbourhood, there is a motorway which is covered, in order to create less noise. On this cover, the town has established a "ruderal site" (is this correct in Engish?) and wild plants are allowed to grow. This year, it is the yellow rattle that makes its presence known.

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The presence of mushrooms popping up after a long spell of dry, heralds the beginning of winter and the wonderful blessing of rain! INJW is a wonderful excuse to put time aside to just be present and enjoy the nature all around me!

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The majestic PRESENCE of two iconic trees I pass under each morning on my walk along the Awa.

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May the trumpets silently sound a new year of Nature Journaling Week!

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May the trumpets silently sound a new year of Nature Journaling Week!

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The fields of lupines growing in a group are a metaphor for us to share and learn with each other in community!

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Mary Oliver says it all ! Her words could be a mantra for the future, especially to us nature journalers ? It will be mine I think. Thanks so much for all the inspiration. It's great we can return again and again to all the contents of this amazing week and the pages everyones created. Becky, North Scotland UK

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Hearing and seeing birds, smell the wet herbs, feel the wind on your face and feel your wet feets.

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As a bird lover I like to participate in helping to gather data about birds. In Holland we have Sovon and the Broedvogelmonitoring Project (BMP). In Britain (in English) it's called the Breeding Bird Survey (BBS). Friends of my count butterflies, dragonflies, amphibians etc. I'm curious if any of you participate in the 'citizen science'.

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I love sharing my passion for and knowledge of nature with those around me. By teaching people about nature, I hope to improve the way we interact with it; to know nature is to love it, and to love it is to protect it. In doing so, I hope to contribute to the well-being of nature today and in the future.

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Sorry to say I am a day late with this entry from NZ - life just got in the way!

Day 7 Today’s theme is Creating a vision for the Future and I see it’s World Day of Oceans today (NZ date 8.6.2025). Revisiting in my mind fabulous times snorkelling around Solomon Islands and Rarotonga . At least half the area around the Cook Islands was declared a marine sanctuary by the government 2017, and locals work hard to work sustainably- some volunteers growing and tending young corals. Seeing Attenborough’s film Oceans regarding bottom trawling was mind blowing. And sad to say NZ is the last country in Pacific to stop this practice!! Such wanton destruction it’s hard to believe until you see it!!! So hear's my shout out to protect our reefs and oceans with a few suggestions of how I could help personally!!

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Our future, we need like no time before to take care of our environment, our earth, its the only one we've got.

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"Metamorfosis" - my first page of a Nature's diary.Thanks to Esteban Lobo 

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Hopeful is not something I feel, but I allowed it today without realising because as much as this list is of anticipatory ‘hope against’ the negative impact of AI, it is actually a hopeful list to continue some of what this week evoked for me.

Ps. Love all the posts in Spanish coming through today!!

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Quisiera compartir que el ejercicio de diario de naturaleza de hoy me hizo recordar parte de mi infancia, y también reflexionar en cómo las pequeñas experiencias como trepar un árbol está relacionada con quien soy hoy. Gracias por motivarnos a conectar con nosotros mismos y con el entorno. Me quedo con la tarea de incluir una experiencia como esta en una de las actividades que lidero en Galápagos. les comparto el enlace https://www.galapagosscience.org/comunidad/

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Coral viejo que encontre en la playa el año pasado. Me encanto conectar mis observaciones con mis memorias del verano.

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Mi hermana estudia biología y tiene un sinfín de muestras en mi librero, así que siempre estoy rodeada de este tipo de información.

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Mi terraza Colibrí Azul, jardín polinizador de plantas nativas de México. Ejercicio para el Taller Diario de Naturaleza, junio 2025. Sol Acosta.

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Mis apuntes del Taller con Esteban, practicando los fundamentos del diario de naturaleza. Gracias 🙂

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My response to Bethan's prompt asking us the tell our story of falling in love with nature.

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My poem response to Emilie Lygren's wonderful workshop.

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The Wren is my spirit bird and I am always thrilled when I catch one fussing around in the undergrowth or in full-throated song from a low branch. My wren's names here are a mixture of British local names (taken from one of my favourite bird books - Francessca Greenoaks' All the Birds of the air: the names, lore and literature of British Birds) and names which I have created to reflect the character of the little wrens I meet.

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Today it has been raining and very cold, so the perfect day to create a phenology wheel,

(well, half of one),for this prompt.

If anyone is interested in how to make one, have a look at Marion's World on YouTube.

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Day 7 - My Vision: By paying attention to the little things on the edge of the road - like this piece of dead wood - the great connections of life can be understood and hope for further development can be drawn from them every Day

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Gold-winged warbler, an endangered species

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Gold-winged warbler, an endangered species

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From Cambridge, MA, USA!

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From Cambridge, MA!

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I had so much fun sitting in the garden with my herbs, using my senses to feel, see, taste & smell!

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I noticed the daisies all facing west into the sunset and wondered why? Turns out the flower heads follow the sun across the sky from sunrise to sunset! Listening to nature's wisdom!

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I am so privileged to have Bellbirds in our garden, and I have planted native trees to keep them here. Their song is perfectly described by Joseph Banks.

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Inventing and Playing with Words — Day 3 — “Prettie in Pinkerish Lady Slippers

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Inventing and Playing with Words — Day 3 — “Prettie in Pinkerish Lady Slippers

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A nature comic about a comical encounter 

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A nature comic about a comical encounter 

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Reflections on a tomato leaf from my garden

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Reflections on a tomato leaf from my garden

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Experimented a bit more with method today as I tried to jot down the sensations of each blueberry, until all blueberries were consumed. In the end I liked the paint first then pencil over method most.

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Meeting with a Songbird under a tree:

Breath of air between us, we feel each other silently, share a piece of world

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I loved today's theme as it gave me the opportunity to use the plants in my veggie garden which I havent journalled up til now. These two plants were growing together- the Miner's lettuce growing under the sheltering arms of the parsley -the smooth shovel shaped leaves of the Miner's lettuce contrasting well with the darker crinkly tougher leaves of the parsley.

I tested flavour and smell and textures. The parsley taste evoked memories of childhood egg and parsley sandwiches and mashed potatoes and parsley. Up until recently I hadnt known of Miner's lettuce- however its a welcome lettuce substitute for winter. Sandra Morris NZ

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This NJ-ing is so catchy! I can feel it changing how I relate to my environment. The ‘background’ to my life becomes interesting, itself comes to life if I look, listen, and draw. this is from the gardens at work which I usually just walk on past on a daily basis.

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I always have nature items on my desk that I've gathered -- there's something about collecting them and thinking about their stories that is irresistible! I was inspired by an amazing poem by Nina Bagley and customized it to my nature collection.

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I started the morning reading poems from Mary Oliver and Poems That Touch the Heart which inspired 2 Haiku poems contrasting the busy 2 weeks of a growing Chickadee family in our birdhouse, and the sudden quietness after they fledged! I miss them!

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Young Magpies waiting for their parents...

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When magpies have chicks, they make a lot more noise. This helps them stay in contact with each other, but above all, it serves as a warning of danger.

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I don't think I have ever added a poem to my nature journaling before! I managed a small Haiku. 

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A lot of these prompts are stretching me! Normally I just draw things...although I do get words stuck in my head.

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The History of the "Ghost town" beneath Lake Nockamixon State Park

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The History of the "Ghost town" beneath Lake Nockamixon State Park

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Lake Nockamixon is 8 minutes from my house. I am there on a weekly basis hiking the trails with my dog and using parts of the lake as my "sit spot" for mindfulness nature journaling practices. I also taught kayaking, SUP, and archery at the lake and brought my kids when they were little to explore and geocache. When I led kayak tours of the lake, I always taught about it's history and the town underneath them. It was called, "nocha-miska-ing" which means "at the place of soft soil" in Lenni Lenape language. The Lenni Lenape along with the Shawnee after them were forced out by settlers in 1730-40's. The county flooded the lake to make a dam in 1968 and the only remains of the town is a bridge... 60 feet below the surface.

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This year I bought a mason bee observatory and I could discover the story of the red mason bee! In spring, females find holes in walls or wood to build their nests. She lines each 'cell' with mud and pollen and lays a single egg in each until the cavity is full.  Inside, the larvae grow all summer, then hibernate as a grown bee through winter. By next spring, they emerge as adults—ready to start the cycle again!

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Who's knocking on the tree? I'm listening, listening, listering. That's how mystery sounds.

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Day 5- Listening to Nature-its been very wet and windy here in Whanganui, NZ so I wandered out around my garden today trying to see what I could say about Winter here and how its speaking to me. I noticed the yellow and orange- red- scarlet colours calling out to me- how cheering on such a bleak day. I have tried to capture the feel of those cheerful colours across the page and the colour of blowing leaves and of course the plants in those colours. I noticed that the small wax eyes (silver eyes) are starting to form small flocks to visit as they do every winter. They are robbers of nectar though and pierce the base of the kowhai flowers to steal the nectar. The tuis are frequently on the kangaroo paw and red hot pokers, and I am waiting for the first Korimako (Bellbird) to return to the kowhai. Sandra Morris. NZ

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I love eye to eye creature encounters underwater ...maybe because it's so quiet , no words to distract... the session with Emilie Lygren inspired me to write a poem