Christy thoughts accompanied by Scotland's beauty

Gradually you forget to remind yourself of the offenses

that you had let disturb you so.

You decide to lose the frown and let your smile show

The kindess of the Scottish folk

The haggis and heather of the highlands

brings creative life to your tired hands

To find beauty in the feet soaked through

and through and through

and in the eyes that light the grey to white

that washes over the room

I'd like to build a house of stone

with trees tall by the stream, and be there in

the winter and for the coloring of the leaves

Today we saw the first tree, seasoned with Autumn's breath.