The Heather Hills of August

When purple heather clothes the hills
They are an awe inspiring sight
That keeps bringing back the exiles
Filling hearts of tourists with delight.

This month of colourful glory comes
Before the Scottish summer’s end;
Bringing a hint of autumn too
As Harvesters homeward wend.

In the orchards, fruit is ripening
Swallows are ready for the flight;
Daylight hours are growing shorter
And hoards of midges start to bite.

Fresh vegetables are still plentiful
Growing for use in soups and stews;
Peas, beans, carrots and courgettes
Are still growing for us to use.