August, I muttered to myself, ruddy August.…
Roadworks, holiday traffic, hold-ups… For the first hundred miles, that was the litany playing through my disgruntled mind as I drove north. My head was still pounding unpleasantly and the sun was, for once, unwelcome. Not that I ever mind driving north, regardless of annoyances on the roads. On the contrary, pointing that way always lifts my spirits and they had been pretty low after the virus and lingering headaches that had kept me offline and on the sofa for most of the week.
August… hrmph….
Except, that means…
…it is August!!!
I was suddenly bouncing at the wheel impatiently, desperate to reach the hill above Bakewell. That would be my first glimpse. There was a shaft of sunlight on the hills as I drove the last stretch… and through the inner gloom, the purple appeared, crowning the moors, clothing them in beauty.
A glance at the clock told me I had half an hour or so….
“Oooh… heather!” said my text; my friend would grin, knowing exactly what that meant… I would be late.
There is a special Providence that sighs and looks after fools. I parked the car, leaving all my stuff on view inside it… one window open, the driver’s door not even closed… I really hadn’t been well…
And off I went to play in the heather.
By the time I finally arrived at my destination… only a little late… the heather had worked its magic. I was beaming.
Who wouldn’t be?
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Magical indeed.
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It is 🙂
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Heather is so beautiful. So August IS special 🙂
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I can’t believe I hadn’t realised… must have been ill 😉
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So special, so magical – but it’s dying here. 😦
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I am hoping it can hang on for another three weeks till the workshop…
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Heather in bloom is always a beautiful sight. 🙂
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It has to be one of the most beautiful landscapes 🙂
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I think so. 🙂
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Me too 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Owl Lady.
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Thanks Viv xx
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Lovely Haiku. The heather is gorgeous.
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When you stand within it and see purple hillsides all around, it is pure heaven 🙂
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Beautiful. I seem to remember sweeps of blue in a spring post. Now the purple of heather. Gifts in every season 🙂 Lovely photos, Sue. Glad you’re feeling a little better.
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Much better, Diana… bluebells and heather are two things guaranteed to heal 🙂
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Beautiful! I love going across the North York moors to Whitby when the heather’s out..well, any time really!
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Me too, Samantha… fond memories of childhood go with that road 🙂
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A beautiful reflective haiku Sue
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Thanks, Denis.
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The heather is glorious, Sue, Glad that you are feeling better now and got to have a little play! 🙂
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I’m glad I am too, Judy… it was most unpleasant for a while. Heather always helps 🙂
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🙂
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Beautiful Sue!!! I love the sweeps of purple heather, the sea of blue with bluebells and the blanket of yells with mustard fields!
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It always lifts the heart and makes me smile to see the land so coloured in 🙂
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Truly 😊
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🙂
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Beautiful. The heather is amazing. I hope the evil virus has now left your system. I got attacked by mine again yesterday what a nightmare. I looked like a newly risen corpse, which in my youth I so wanted to look like, (goes with being a goth territory), i was not happy. This wasn`t make up which i could wash off. I spent the day on the sofa and Dante kept bringing me his, smelly, toys trying to cheer me up, bless him.
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Oh bless, they are lovely when they try to help. Hope yu are feeling better today, Adele… and hope this thing stays gone. Don’t fancy another bout!
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Stunning photos Sue. Indeed you’ve captured summer’s soul. 🙂
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Not me, Debby… Nature wears her soul on her sleeve when the heather blooms 🙂
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So true, but you took the photos. 😉
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And none of them do the heather justice 🙂
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There’s nothing like experiencing it for ourselves. I know this from my photos of the beautiful Arizona mountains. Hard to capture a feeling. 🙂
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That’s it exactly… I remember how beautiful your photos were… but the sense of place is personal.
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Yes it is. We at least can share the beauty we experience and allow others the chance to be enticed. 🙂
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We can do our best 🙂
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