Wendell Berry said "In order to appreciate the beauty of the
American West, one must get over the color green."
I know, I know. But, I'm sitting here in my home in the American West ... .. . longing for GREEN. It's a February thing. Perhaps not unique to my locale... .. if you're feeling the need for lush leafy Green - come stroll with me. Let's go to one of my favorite spots in Scotland: the Prestonfield Hotel. When last we visited, I focused on an interior stroll, but I often choose my travel destinations as much for the grounds and gardens at the interior decor.
This hotel enchants from either view.
Let's leave Mr. T here on the upper balcony (he's happy with his brandy and a cigar)
and see what we can find.
Is this perfect or what??! A wedding complete with kilts on the lawn.
Just love the lady in the floral jacket and proper little hat
... . she could be anyones great aunt.
Looks like great uncle Mackintosh and several generations
of the cousins.
Perhaps they're heading to the reception in the stables beyond
the garden folly.
Love this magical little retreat.
We really must stop for tea amidst the begonias.
These stables have been converted to be quite the grand "party barn"
for weddings and special events.
Let's keep strolling to the other side of the grounds and see what we can find.
Love these bellmen in their all black kilts ... ..
a bit highlands goth, don't you think.
Just beyond that manicured lawn ... . another bit of traditional rural highlands.
Even the cows are picturesque.
There's something so calming about the ordered geometry of the pathways and the
pristine little tables. Even the grand old tree retains an honored presence.
More perfection: a peacock preening beneath our window.
It looks as if Mr. T has eaten all the pot de creme ... .
but there seems to be plenty of champagne left.
Sit, relax .... I'll pour.
[as always - for the best views, click on each pic to view LARGE]
All photos copyright Judith Thibaut