Ah, you're right Baldr, Robbie Burns was a Scottish lad! You may have to wait a a bit for the warm weather, but as my husband quotes Burns: “My love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: My love is like the melody That's sweetly played in tune."
"... And yellow autumn presses near, Then, in his turn, comes gloomy winter, Till smiling spring again appear..." Thanks for sharing this lovely image, Kevin! Long live the change of seasons! *V*