This is where we went yesterday - a walk along the 220+ foot high cliffs and the sands at St Cyrus. Used to have family holidays at a farm cottage 6 miles inland and spent days here - most of those I remember were sunny.
I love the contrast of yellow gorse and everything else around it, especially on a gray, cold day. Walking along the track below you come to corridors of gorse, inhabited by the usual small birds, goldfinches and great tits - no linnets - I miss them, they were very common in Ayrshire when I was a boy.
The Scottish Primrose is one of the delights of Spring.
Everyone should have some in their garden, but not purloined from places like this.
Flowers are masterpieces of precision and profusion. There are banks of them here, celebrating Easter.
Christopher Smart wrote, "For there is a language of flowers, for flowers are peculiarly the poetry of Christ." I owe that quotation to Bob MacDonald's blog heading - it's a lovely line from an unjustly forgotten poet (who loved cats!). It was a good day, in which the isness of flowers was paid attention to! "Look at the flowers of the field..if God so clothes them, how much more.. .Alfred Noyes described gorse as "great glory of ragged gold", - and close up or far away, it's a sight for sore eyes.
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