Since early childhood I have always been drawn to a cool riverbank. A spot to puff the seeds of dandelions and watch them float away on the breeze. Count mayflies alighting on the sparkling water for an instant and contemplate the knowledge that by day's end their journey will be over. A shady rill, a place to dream, to rest, to revitalize.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
COULTER'S CANDY
This beloved children's song is sung by Scottish Mammies, and Grans in Scotland, and wherever they ended up in the world.
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