My love is like a red red rose
That’s newly sprung in June:
These red roses outside our door were photographed at the beginning of November. Red roses can bloom over a long period.
My love is like the melodie
That’s sweetly played in tune.
A melody perhaps played on an instrument like this, photographed in a museum in Bordeaux.
Or perhaps on an instrument like this peculiarly shaped one…
…with its painted design of ribbons and forget-me-nots.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I:
And I will love thee still my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Crammond, near Edinburgh, with the tide out.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
Rocks formed by heat…
…bending and twisting…
…into convolutions of colour and texture.
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
The sands o’ life.
Time ticks relentlessly on.
And fare thee weel, my only love,
And fare the weel awhile!
Sculpture carved from a tree trunk of Meg wi’ the buckle mou (Meg with the big mouth).
And I will come again, my love,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.
An old milestone. These were commonly seen by the sides of roads in Scotland but are rapidly disappearing.
Motorways have the usual enormous signs, but on many roads in the Borders a multitude of smaller signs still cluster around poles pointing travellers in various directions to numerous destinations.
My love is like a red, red rose by Robert Burns (25. 1. 1759 – 21. 7. 1796). Scotland’s national bard.
Happy Valentines Day wherever you are and however you spend it.