-Here's how I spent my weekend - at the 43rd Stone Mountain Highland Games, at which we celebrate our Scottish heritage. Pipers and drummers are standing at attention here during the opening ceremonies. It was a bright, cool, sunny weekend - I wish we could have bottled that weather.
- The table at my Clan's tent with our Christmasy looking tartan (which goes rather well with the Walkers Shortbread package.) :) Someone made the cookies in the baggie, using Scottie dog cookie cutters.
- Our Clan tent looks out at a performance stage, in which various singers and musicians perform Celtic tunes all day. It's a treat to have background music. Our favorite is the man pictured: Colin Grant-Adams - here singing "Loch Lomand." Click on the red link if you'd like to give it a listen. I sang that song to niece Amanda in 1997, when when we visited Scotland. She and I walked around the bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lomand, while her mother and sister went on a tour of it in a boat. I remember that as a young teenager she was probably a little mortified at her aunt singing out loud, but she graciously acted as if she wasn't. I think of that every time I hear that song.
- This photo doesn't entirely capture the exuberance of this young piper, spontaneously performing on one of the walkways. (His family was nearby.) I loved that he was tapping his toe the whole time he played. I'm always so glad to see young people involved.
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Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Friday, July 31, 2015
The getaway, the taste and smells of summer
- Summer. I never look forward to it, knowing how hot it will be, but it's hotter in other places in our country/the world, so I don't like to complain too much. Earlier this morning when I was slicing watermelon to bring with me to work today, I was thinking that is one of the high points of summer - watermelon + Georgia peaches, blueberries and summer food in general.
- Sometimes when I catch the scent of freshly mowed grass, it takes me back to summers as a child. Our house was not air conditioned until I was a young teen, and I don't remember it being that bad. It was lovely to have the windows of the house open, ceiling fans whirring and the scent of the mowed grass coming in.
Have a wonderful weekend and wonderful next few days. I'll be by your blogs until I get out of internet range next week. (That's one thing I like about that mountain house - no computer and no cell phone data.)
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