It was that time of year again, and a typical equinoctial gale was on its way. Algy decided that he had had enough of being buffeted and thrown about by the wind, so this time he took cover at the foot of a strange cliff near the end of the beach. As he perched on a low ledge, with his back firmly against the sheltering wall of rock, he thought of a poem by Emily Dicikinson:

The wind begun to rock the grass
With threatening tunes and low —
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.

The leaves unhooked themselves from trees
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road.

The wagons quickened on the streets,
The thunder hurried slow;
The lightning showed a yellow beak,
And then a livid claw.

The birds put up the bars to nests,
The cattle fled to barns;
There came one drop of giant rain,
And then, as if the hands

That held the dams had parted hold,
The waters wrecked the sky,
But overlooked my father’s house,
Just quartering a tree.

[Algy is quoting a poem by the 19th century American poet Emily Dickinson.]


Algy has some beautiful Scottish heather for you! He can show you something of what it looks like, but he wishes that he could also send you the fragrance, because the heather smells of honey 🙂

As he perched in the heather bush, inhaling the sweet perfume, Algy thought about the changing seasons. The swallows and sand martins
had already left, and some of the leaves were beginning to turn. It was the autumnal equinox, and from now on the nights would be longer than the days. In this northern land, the days had already shortened dramatically, and before very long the hours of darkness would last from late afternoon until after breakfast-time, and the winter gales would start to batter Algy’s home again. It was time to start collecting dry leaves and flowers to line his nest for the winter!