One needs to be a poet in order to describe the beauty that is Scotland. Rolling hills, verdant meadows, dream-like countryside, magnificent castles, a rich and vivid history, Scotland can enthrall even the most disinterested of hearts. And then there are the flowers in Dublin that can steal your heart. Everywhere. Wild. Exotic. Royal. In the castle grounds. At the street crossings. In the many parks. Jostling with the trees in the dark woods. Perched on walls. Growing beside rocks. Braving the extreme moors. Defying the highlands. The tulips. Rhododendrons. Blue bells. Lillies. Cherry Blossoms. Gorse bushes.
My heart was taken.
When I sang Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon