Some Glad Morning.....I'll Fly Away

Hello all! So, back from Scotland, with so much done and so much to write about.
There were so many aspects of this particular trip that merit description, in the midst of jet lag, etc I am still trying to work through all of it.
We spent our days working out in a myriad of different gardens & weather systems (everything from gardens in the center of town, a wet and wild marsh garden, and a vast meadow ringed with a community orchard, in the wet, misty, sunny, windy, rainy, dry, clear, buggy weather. Horseflies, midgies and stinging nettle, oh my!) We practiced the fine art of clumping through a small Scottish village, dirty and bedraggled, tools slung over our shoulders. (Harder than it sounds!) On top of that we were leading the team of 10 people. Not only was there all of this, there was the overlay of community life, that we were coming back into a community of people with whom we'd lived and worked, loved and prayed. That meant that after we'd put the children to bed, finished our team's evening devotions, B and I were out most nights walking through the village to visit friends. We loved watching the beautiful and slightly surreal sunsets at 10:45PM, catching up with people and introducing them to G & Hecho.  Anyway, all this made for a deliciously rich and full time for us, with little time left over for blogging. But now that we are back, and I've decided that writing needs to play a bigger part in my life again, I hope to be able to process different aspects of our time back in Scotland. I am a typical external processor (a condition common to bloggers), and I have a feeling that there are still some things out there that I have not thought through or even experienced fully since I have not been able to write.
Which brings me to this: little Rosa Bird is spreading her little wings and flying away, alighting on a flower named rosa-sinensis. Wow, that was inane! I am going back to my original blog, rosa-sinensis, and will continue this narrative over there.....ta for listening, and come meet me under the rose, at rosa-sinensis!