Life in the old days...
A short , but apt poem....
That old lonely lovely way of living in Highland places -
twenty years a-growing,
twenty years flowering,
twenty years declining -
father to son, mother to daughter giving rich tradition; peaceful bounty flowing; one harmony, all tones of life combining -
old, wise ways, passed like the dust blowing. -
Douglas Young
poignant and sweet words for our Wednesday morning :)