Along the banks of the great sea loch, the Rosebay Willowherb was already starting to flower. Algy perched on a rock beside the bright flowers, and watched the mists lifting and swirling around the hills on the other side of the loch, as the sun tried to break through the gaps between the clouds.
Oh, the summer time is coming,
And the trees are sweetly blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather.
Will you go, lassie, go?
Flower Shop, Brussels, Belgium
photo via ralf
With curving grace this is an art nouveau lover’s paradise, something that seems to belong to A Midsummer NIght’s Dream.
Good Morning from Scotland
The lonely bouquet. I am thrilled at the very idea of what one clever florist in northwest Scotland has done. They take a couple of lovely bouquets and leave them where they might be found, in this case, one was left in Balmacara, the other in Broadford on Skye. They place a tag with them, inviting someone to take them home. What a great idea!