I got up a little early today to take some butter out of the fridge. It has to soften so that I can make the shortbread cookies I am taking to the Burns Supper Greg and I are attending tonight. In case you aren’t familiar with the tradition, this time of year Burns Suppers are held to honor Robert Burns, Scottish bard. These can be raucous affairs with their haggis, whisky and poetry. We are lucky that some friends of ours from our church sponsor the one we are attending tonight. Thanks, Jodi and David!
Anyway, it made me start thinking about Scotland, a land that I am completely and utterly in love with since we visited in 2010. We visited the Highlands, the Isles of Skye and Mull, and the Speyside area, which is where most of that liquid heaven we Americans call Scotch is made. It is the best trip I have ever taken in my life bar none. And I can still close my eyes and hold pictures in my head of the Scotland we saw during that two weeks. What a beautiful place! I would go back in a heartbeat.
So I will leave you today with a few pictures from that trip and my favorite lines from Robbie Burns.
And tonight I will tip a cup of kindness to you all for auld lang syne!
“Then catch the moments as they fly,
And use them as ye ought, man:
Believe me, happiness is shy,
And comes not aye when sought, man.”
|Sunset colors an old boat in Oban Harbor.|
|On the Isle of Skye.|
|Part of the Tomnaverie Stone Circle, a mystical place.|
|The Mash Tun in Aberlour, Scotland. A restaurant with rooms.|
|The Water of Life.|