Hearting Scotland

I don't often talk about the things I love here. I might mention my husband Alex or my children, but I don't typically spill all my innermost thoughts to you strangers on the internet. I usually stick with pictures of plants and their growing habits. Sometimes I share a book or two, and often I tell you every intimate detail of my garden.

Intimate details of my life though? Not usually. I waited to tell you about our latest move until we were IN THE HOUSE ALREADY and some of you are still confused about those 2 years in Puerto Rico. Secretive, no. Private, yes.

So perhaps that is why I haven't talked about Scotland that much.

Mist in Scotland

We went last year somewhat on a whim. My husband had frequent flier miles and asked where I wanted to go. Without thinking, I said "Scotland!". While the soaring, panoramic filming of the Scottish glens and hillsides in Outlander had a part, I think I just always knew I would like Scotland. I knew it was rainy and a bit cooler than home, but I had no idea the wildness and harsh beauty of the place.

Scotland Lochs

It rained. Then it rained some more and again, it rained. Often, that is the beginning and then end of the complaints about Scotland. For me though, in November even, I loved the rain. A few times it got a bit cold, but for the most part the rain meant crisp air, droplets of rain perched on plants, mists crawling up the hills and clouds covering up the scorching sun.

Mist Mountains in Scotland

I hate the sun. I hide away from it in summer and run outside to garden the second a bank of clouds rolls through. I despise the beach with its brash beating sun, bright and reflective sand and tepid warm water in summer. I get headaches in extreme heat and headaches in extreme brightness. I could honestly live without summer in my life. I could totally live in Scotland.

Ironically, during our time in Puerto Rico, the rainforest was one of my favorite adventures. 
Forget the beach, let's go walk in the mist and shade!

Back to the country at hand though...

Heather on Glencoe Scotland Hillside
Creek Glencoe Scotland Hillside
Creek Glencoe Scotland Hillside
Creek Glencoe Scotland Hillside

I enjoy the harshness, the barrenness, the clean, crisp feel of the Highlands. There is something deep in my soul that responds to this landscape and I have not felt that way about any of the other places I have been. I feel this must be the way the sailors love the sea - the harsh, deadly, unforgiving sea. That is the way in which I love Scotland.

Glecoes Scotland
Scotland Botanical
Scotland Leather Boots
My souvenir from Inverness - well loved boots!

A sea captain when he stands upon the bridge, or looks out from his deck-house, thinks much about God and about the world. Away in the valley yonder among the corn and the poppies men may well forget all things except the warmth of the sun upon the face, and the kind shadow under the hedge; but he who journeys through storm and darkness must needs think and think.

- William Butler Yeats, The Celtic Twilight

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