After a weekend in Braemar when it didn't stop raining, I put together some photos and words that are the result of just getting on with it. So we went walking up the back of Braemar to see what we could see, apart from mist and drizzle. I know this blog is mostly a theology blog, this time it's natural theology.
Drizzled ice cold steam,
Drifts across dark shadowed moor,
Garland of scotch mist.
Mizzle:water falls,
Trillions of liquid life-gifts
Refresh our tired earth.
Slow seeping rainfall,
Prodigal irrigation,
Soaking desert hearts.
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