Down of a Thistle

Several days during the trip last month the air was filled with flying fluff. It took a while to determine the source, to realize that the fluff was the down of a thistle, the national flower of Caledonia.

Here's a perfect example of vacation thinking. Were I at home, I would find the thistle a weed and the fluff frustrating evidence of its spread. But in Scotland, I found it enchanting, winged messengers of hope and beauty.

Watching the gossamer stuff float through a heathered Highland landscape was a magical experience. It brought the Clement Clarke Moore lines to mind:

"He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle/And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle ..."

And that's just what we did — fly away, that is.  I miss that magical vacation thinking. 

(I saw a lot more heather than thistles.)