Happy Robbie Burns Day!

One of my favorite poems by Mr. Burns is below to help ease you into the transition to Valentine's Day!

Enjoy your haggis stabbing and the lovely photo here of winter heather cuddled into a tartan pashmina...
(oh, and excuse the tip of my pink holey shoe in the foreground - woops!)

O, my luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
O, my luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.