The swifts are back in force. They nest in and around the old school building nearby. For me they are the evocative voice of summer. Their cries and wheeling flight remembered through the years in many different places. They have returned from Africa and will only be here for a few short weeks. Weeks of long daylight and long gloaming……. it is truly summer
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The life and thoughts of Freda Marshall, a retired Church of Scotland minister living amongst the mountains and glens of Argyll.Pages
You may be able to tell, Freda, that I am catching up on blog reading after a long Memorial Day weekend. We have swifts here and I wonder if ours come from Africa also. That’s something I should find out.
P.S. You used one of my most treasured words in this post: gloaming. It is so beautiful and never heard in the U.S. I’ve used it and had people stare blankly at me. I’ll continue to use it and maybe it’ll grow its usage.
Remind them that it is in an old Scots song…..”Roaming in the gloaming on the bonny banks of Clyde; Roaming in the gloaming wi’ my lassie by my side. When the sun has gone to rest, that’s the time that I love best. Oh it’s lovely roaming in the gloaming.” It shows my age that I remember that being sung by my granny!
I love it!