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Tuesday, July 5, 2011
The heather on the hill
If you don't get the reference, that's a song from Brigadoon, which seems much less silly and hokey once you're actually out in the countryside.
The heather doesn't flower until later in the summer, but it was surprising how much purple there is in the mountains already -- thistles, and these lavender blossoms which are everywhere. It must be amazing, greens and purples everywhere, when the heather's in bloom.
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