Out of the Scotch Mist

It’s a damp, cold morning in Midlothian as a slight fog rolls in. Soon the haze thickens and mingles with drizzle. The air smells like soil and peat, and a fog descends, enveloping the huts and farms that dot the landscape. This is Scotch mist—both a weather event and...

Symble (aka A Smile & A Quote)

The world is open for us to explore An expression of love we so adore There’s something out there for us to share Not like us two, no one can compare How long will you let me love you this way Should you say forever, then forever I’ll stay As time goes by, our days...

Ancestor’s Words

May each and every feather in its wings serve to write a Declaration of Independence for as many nations. Henry Bucher (Newspaper comment) Scattered o’er various fields by heaven, Through various pathways lead, What happiness in peace to meet, Around a common head!...