AUGUST - "Here, where the reaper was at work of late, In this high field's dark corner..."
Here, where the reaper was at work of late, In this high field's dark corner, where he leaves His coat, his basket, and his earthen cruise, And in the sun all morning binds the sheaves, Then here, at noon, comes back his stores to use; Here will I sit and wait, While to my ear from uplands far away The bleating of the folded flocks is borne, With distant cries of reapers in the corn - All the live murmur of a summer's day. from "The Scholar Gypsy" by Matthew Arnold Summer 2025 will certainly be remembered for the high temperatures, storms and wildfires! For me, August is a month apart from other months. Here, in north west Caithness, it is a month of green and golden hillsides - the green peppered with the dark and pied shadows of cattle as they munch, munch, and masticate their way through the rich grass. Some fields have sheep - those pretty lambs which delighted us in early spring are now strong and solid and no longer babies. The golden fields appear amber in t...
