Friday, September 11, 2015

Some Moors (not S'Mores)

Did you have to read Wuthering Heights in school?  I did.  So I made Rebecca read it, too.  It just seemed fair.  Then she also read Jane Eyre just for fun.

What do I think about most when I heard of these titles?  For some reason, I just always think of moors.  In fact, that is the landscape that most comes to mind when I think of any English novel.  And I've always wanted to see the moors, especially while they're blooming.  But I didn't think about that when I made our plane reservations for September, I promise.  So it was just an added blessing that we got to see heather blooming on the moors (I wasn't even sure we'd see moors since I worried we wouldn't be in the exact right location).

The first place we spotted the heather was right outside the Brontë Parsonage.  We opted not to pay to see the inside of the house but instead take a walk that the Brontë sisters would have taken.  When I saw the blooming heather, I sort of went crazy with the photos.  I didn't know at the time that we would be seeing this stuff all over the place in northern England.

In addition to the heather, there is this tall pink flower blooming everywhere.  I really liked it, and I asked our hostess, Zena, what it was and tried to write down what she said.  I wrote down "Rosebay willow hub" at first.  That's what it sounded like to me!  Turns out it is sort of the kudzu of England.