Linda, if you go to Scotland, may I stow away?
You fill this poem with the magic of aromas and textures, and, of course, with your very own fullness of heart. I recently went to a Celtic fair. Such a passionate people are the Scots, but your poem would make any of them proud.
You bring me back to some of my own childhood memories, of where my grandparents lived in the Grand Ronde Valley of Oregon. It was much like that in early mornings...you could smell the earth.