Haar and Harvest

Farmers' market, Scottish literary classics, and the blessed necessity of biodiversity

Good morning, friends. Happy Saturday. Scotland has taken its cues from the turn into September by plunging itself into fully autumnal weather, mists and cool winds, utterly forgetful of such little summer as we have experienced this year. Today haar— a cold, wet fog from the North Sea— has settled over the town. It gives the day a certain feeling of timelessness. Morning blends into afternoon without differentiation as the whole day slips away in a misty grey coolness.

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

   Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

   With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run…

John Keats, “To Autumn”