If asked what impressions Scotland left with me I'd be lying if I didn't say rain, but foxglove would also be there. These beautifully vibrant colored flowers would seemingly pop up out of nowhere along the road everywhere we went in Scotland. There'd be fields of them near our cottage, along the coastal road and the M77, as well as the train tracks. One of the few things I bought in Scotland was a scarf that was in that same color, in fact the label even called it Foxglove.
Even when things would get a bit challenging, and they did, I could always rely on some foxglove to brighten the day.
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