SEPTEMBER - "It's the first day of autumn! A time of hot chocolatey mornings, and toasty marshmallow evenings, and, best of all, leaping into leaves!" (Winnie the Pooh)
September 19th - sunrise from outside the kitchen door Something told the wild geese It was time to go. Though the fields lay golden Something whispered,—‘Snow.’ Leaves were green and stirring, Berries, luster-glossed, But beneath warm feathers Something cautioned,—‘Frost.’ All the sagging orchards Steamed with amber spice, But each wild breast stiffened At remembered ice. Something told the wild geese It was time to fly,— Summer sun was on their wings, Winter in their cry. (by Rachel Field) I started writing this blog as the autumnal equinox dawned. Here in the far north - we live in the parish of Reay not far from where West Caithness becomes Sutherland - we wait for the equinoctial gales, knowing that things which are left around will move. At the same time the fallen leaves will swirl around and fill up corners like fluffy orange cushions from the sixties. Last year we had windy weather on the 23rd September. Leaves whirled and settled in arcs everywhere they made landfall. Some y
