As I told you back in December, my rescue orchids were looking like they were going to flower and today, four of them are looking gorgeous and giving me great pleasure.
These wooded slopes are charming in their way,
but give me Blà Bheinn any day.
The castles, vineyards, little villages are, well…so German.
They make me feel, what I am, foreign.
Gorse and bracken, Scottish wind and rain.
Golspie, Dornoch, Brora, Tain.
There’s nothing wrong with here.
It’s just not…home.Share this post: