The hills in the Hielands are bonnie, Wi' the licht an' the shadow at play; An' the winds that mak' redder the heather Far up on the cliff an' the brae. The white clouds are floatin' abune them, Like snawdrifts that never can fa', The hills in the Hielands are bonnie, The hills in the Hielands are braw! --Alexander Anderson (1845-1909)
The Scottish Saltire
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
The Little Things...
So I'm hot and heavy into this paper that I have to write for one of my classes and I found myself writing this sentence, "William Gilpin came to the Highlands in search of..." not "William Gilpin went to the Highlands...." but "came" to the Highlands! This sentence would only be written by someone writing from the Highlands! It's just one of so many little things that make me smile or tear up (or both) on a daily basis...
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