Echinacea flowers in the rain. In a friend’s garden – doing beautifully considering the non-resemblance of the Scottish climate to their native mid-America. “Every person, all the events of your life, are there because you have drawn them there. What you choose to do with them is up to you.” – Richard Bach, American Writer.
Harebell (Scottish Bluebell), banks of the River Spey. On a hot afternoon this week, with the grasses and harebells blowing wildly in the strong wind. “Learn the alchemy true Human Beings know; the moment you accept what troubles you’ve been given, the door will open. Welcome difficulty as a familiar comrade. Joke with torment brought […]
Wood Anenome, Strathspey, Scotland. Wood Anenome photographed this week in evening light – carpeting the floor of the birch wood. These are the famed “wooden enemies” that lurk in the woods in children’s imagination. “The Temple bell stops, but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.” – Basho, Japanese poet, 1644-1694.
