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Priscilla Scott
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Gillean-Brìde air bruach na h-aibhne an-diugh.
#nah-eòin #nàdar #birds #nature #💚Gàidhlig
January 21, 2026 at 10:41 PM
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Brù-dhearg an-diugh, 's òran na bhroilleach.🧡
January 20, 2026 at 6:02 PM
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Latha mosach, gruamach, dubhach. Beachd an sgairbh air? Cò aig a tha fios.🖤
January 18, 2026 at 5:40 PM
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Doilleir agus dìomhair......
January 17, 2026 at 5:13 PM
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Itean reòite air an uinneag a-nochd. ❄️
January 17, 2026 at 12:08 AM
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Corra-bhàn bheag aonarach air an taobh thall dhen abhainn an-diugh.🤍
January 14, 2026 at 9:53 PM
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Ciaradh an fheasgair air an abhainn,💜
January 13, 2026 at 10:26 PM
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Tha Blàr na Leargaidh Gallda) a’ dol sa ghàradh ……..💚
January 11, 2026 at 10:42 PM
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Sealladh bho drochaid an Eilein an-dè.🤍💙
January 10, 2026 at 4:41 PM
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Ann an Cladh Chille Mhoire, Dùn Bheagain an-diugh. Smeòrach le Clann Leòid mi.... 🤎
January 7, 2026 at 9:41 PM
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Muir-tràigh. 🤍
January 7, 2026 at 7:05 PM
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Cruth geamhraidh air a' Chuilthionn. ' 'na ghlòir geal' 🤍
January 4, 2026 at 10:03 PM
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Air an treas latha...... smeòrach bheag, bhrèagha. 🤎
January 3, 2026 at 6:04 PM
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Sealladh na maidne. 🤍
January 3, 2026 at 5:34 PM
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Wring the Scottish rain clouds dry;
Take sleet, the driving snow, the hail;
Winter twilight; the summer’s sun slowed down
to pearl-sheen dusk on hillsides, city-roofs,
on lochs at midnight…

—Rob Butlin, “A Recipe for Whisky” 🥃
in WITHOUT A BACKWARD GLANCE (Barzan 2005)
Happy New Year!
#poem #poetry
A Recipe for Whisky by Ron Butlin Wring the Scottish rain clouds dry; Take sleet, the driving snow, the hail; Winter twilight; the summer’s sun slowed down to pearl-sheen dusk on hillsides, city-roofs, on lochs at midnight. And, most of all, take the years that have already run to dust, the dust we spill behind us… All this, distill. And cask. And wait. The senselessness of human things resolves to who we are – our present fate. Let’s taste, let’s savour and enjoy. Let’s share once more. Another glass for absent friends. Pour until the bottle’s done. Here’s life! Here’s courage to go on!
January 1, 2026 at 12:01 AM
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Guilbneach air an loch an-diugh. 🤎 Agus sin agad e, soraidh slàn le 2025.
December 31, 2025 at 11:27 PM
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Sàmhchair air an loch.
December 30, 2025 at 4:32 PM
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Solas na maidne. 🤍
December 30, 2025 at 10:09 AM
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Chan eil dad nas fheàrr na bhith a' siùbhal air ais dhan Eilean airson na Bliadhna Ùire.
December 29, 2025 at 8:19 PM
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#OldFoxAdventCalendar
The Twenty-fourth WIndow. Christmas Eve in Old Fox's cottage and everyone was sitting by the parlour fire having tea and telling stories – stories about winters long ago, about the Silver-tongued Nightingale of Kraków and Brave Robin Redbreast and Christ's Harsh Garland, about the golden lights which flickered on Barrowdown on St Stephen's Day and the French princess, in satins tattered and torn, who came to the village on a cold December night in 1791. When it was Wolf's turn, he had an extra big spoonful of rum trifle and began a tale which they all knew and loved. "When I was a little wolf, I would be sent out into the snows to call Grandfather Frost and his granddaughter, Snow Maiden, in for supper. Sometimes I would have to howl for a long time, until the Christmas moon rose high over the church, before they heard me. Then they'd sweep in, all magnificent with their silver crowns and their blue silks, and they would take the best chairs and the best plates, and they would eat with us - borscht, they liked, and all the old favourites - vatrushka and pirozhki and coulibiac - and gooseberry kissel and my mother's rice pudding. When they'd had their fill, they would stand up and bless each one of us with a different gift. My brother had the gift of standing tall and my father the gift of tears and my sister had the gift of forgetting." "What was your gift, Wolf," asked Pine Marten. And Wolf suddenly faltered, the memory falling away like a cliff crumbling into the sea. But Old Fox came in as sharp as a pike and pulled him back. "They gave him the gift of love, Pine Marten, the gift of love," he said, and tucked a blanket over Wolf, who had finally had his fill of stories for that night, at least. "Merry Christmas, my loves, and to all who think of us from afar," said Old Fox, raising his glass of elderberry wine, "Merry Christmas one and all! Merry Christmas one and all!" Grandfather Frost and the Snow Maiden Old Fox
December 23, 2025 at 9:07 PM
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The Art Nouveau embroidery of Ann Macbeth (1875 - 1948), Scottish artist and member of artistic group known as the Glasgow Girls #WomensArt
Symmetrical square embroidery piece with a stylised pink rose and foliage in each corner on a grey background
December 23, 2025 at 3:07 AM
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Beagan sgeadachaidh air taobh a-muigh an taighe air ghrian-stad a' gheamhraidh. 💚
December 21, 2025 at 9:44 PM
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Eun-dubh an sgadain ann an iteach a' gheamhraidh. 🤍
December 17, 2025 at 10:54 PM
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An dèidh nan stoirmean, cam-ghlas air a' chladach an-diugh. #💚Gàidhlig
December 15, 2025 at 6:16 PM
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Guilbneach an-diugh. #💚Gàidhlig
November 25, 2025 at 10:23 PM