a taste of the highlands...

I have no time to post right now, and shouldn't be doing this (so much reading!). But I couldn't resist, having just returned from a 3-day tour of the highlands. So here's a Robert Burns poem and a picture I took Saturday...

A Red, Red Rose

O, my love's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
O my love's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I,
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will love thee still, my Dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only love,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my love.
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!