The Shutter and the Sentence

Oh, the summertime is coming And the trees are sweetly blooming And the wild mountain thyme Grows around the blooming heather

Will you go, lassie, go? And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will you go, lassie, go?

--"Wild Mountain Thyme" (Scottish/Irish Folk Song)

Photo: Loch Ness, Scotland

Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art Thou my best thought, by day or by night Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light

--Christian Hymn

Photo: Rosslyn Chapel, Scotland

Should auld acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot And the days of auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear For auld lang syne We'll drink a cup of kindness yet For the sake of auld lang syne

Photo: Blair Castle, Scotland

If November were a city, it would be Edinburgh.

Photo: Edinburgh, Scotland