A last garden.

Last Friday, everyone else went to Fyvie Castle while Amelia and I went into Aberdeen. The walled garden there was so lovely that the historian wanted me to see it. So today, when the beautiful sunny weather of yesterday had turned again to rain, we went to see it.

still green raspberries

purple cornflowers

'I have to say, I think this is a truly Scottish thing, to be visiting a garden in the rain,' said my daughter. It is a beautiful garden, entirely worth several visits. We opened the umbrellas and took it in.

inside the walled garden

 

still red blackberries

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Scottish apples (James Grieve)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

true Scotland.

 

a lettuce so perfect it is a flower.

It was the children's first day back at school. We walked with them in the morning and met them in the afternoon.

chatting after school.

 

pretty excited to get there.

Then, it was the back to school feast, finishing reading ambitious novel to Miriam and Evie, watching our last few episodes of Still Game, and packing. Sleeping/not sleeping. And goodbyes.

 

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Mighty mighty.

About to close the curtains for the night, I spy a thin crescent moon.

Me: Look at this moon.

Historian: (comes over to look, then goes immediately outside.)

Strains of The Commodores "Brick House" float across the meadow, almost a mile away, from the Angler's Lodge:

She's a brick--house
She's the one, the only one,
who's built like a amazon
We're together everybody knows,
and here's how the story goes

The moon is beautiful, perfectly white in a sky still blue.

Historian: I'm giving those guys a pass, because it's a wedding.

Mighty mighty, just lettin' it all hang out
She's a brick--house

SLC, we are coming home tomorrow. Get your spotted, brindle dogs of superb character ready.