Och aye!

 So today was Robert Burns Day in Scotland, a celebration of one of the country's most famous poets. Most people have a Burns' supper consisting of haggis, neeps (turnips) and tatties (potatoes).

I really don't like haggis... nor turnips, therefore my dinner was roast potatoes and lasagne. I really fit the stereotypical Scottish mould, don't I?

I was invited to a ceilidh tonight but I really didn't feel like it, in fact I was off today with yet another migraine. On the upside, it actually snowed enough to cover my garden today!

My nails are appropriately a lovely tartan design, and if it wasn't obvious, these are water decals (no way could I do that kind of elaborate nail work on my own!) and apologies that I took the photos a few days after I did them, so the edges are a bit worn.

Hope you had/are having a wonderful Friday wherever you are! I thought it would be appropriate to finish with a poem from Robert Burns. This is one of his most well known poems. :)

A Red, Red Rose

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 play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie 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 well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

Robert Burns