Melting the snaws of age....

I know his birthday is January 25, but we are going to a Burn’s Night Supper tomorrow night to celebrate the bard’s birthday...weather permitting.  Of course, everyone knows about Robert Burns.  He’s the Scottish poet who lived in the 1700s and is best know for his poem  

Auld Lang Syne. 

The Burn’s Night Supper is a grand way to celebrate.  Our friends who organize it here even have a haggis flown in.  So it’s from New Jersey not Scotland.  Who cares?  It will still be “warm-reekin’, rich.”   Let me assure you, the whiskey is the real thing and it flows and poetry of all sorts is spouted.  Whether or not one is a fan of Burn’s poetry, a Burn’s Supper is a bit of warmth to “melt the snaws of Age.”

Greg and I had a wonderful opportunity to spend two weeks in Scotland last year.  We saw natural beauty beyond imagination and took quite a few “cups of kindness” with new-found friends.  So here’s to Robbie Burns and Scotland

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.”

The Royal Mile, Edinburgh

Sunset in Oban

Boats on the Isle of Mull

The Rugged Skye Landscape

For Auld Lang Syne