I was going through some boxes of papers and photographs, and I came upon this bit that I wrote to my father from Scotland in 2006.
The low brown growth of heather covers the hillsides and glens in fields that go on for miles. In my mind’s eye, the roots of all the heather join together at some vast and deep level, holding Scotland together. It blooms late in the season as everything else begins to decline — I think this is significant of the never-ending beauty of life; and that there is still beauty in resting and waiting for the right time to come forth and bloom.
This is what attracts me to the ancientness of Scotland and the Scottish land.
Here’s tae the
heath, the hill and the heather,
The bonnet, the plaid, the kilt and the feather.