On my brief trip to Scotland, I loved the way the yellow gorse sprang out of the background landscape. I am a sucker for yellow in sweaters and love a splash of gold where I can put it in.
I also loved the fact that delicate yellow primroses grow like weeds all over the place. I didn't take any good pictures of primrose patches, but here's one to remind me: it's a little primrose growing out of a vertical drop next to a waterfall.
There were little violet flowers painting the undergrowth. I won't forget them and be afraid to put a dash of purple in for good measure.
Even the budding trees were in the same green/red pallet had been appreciating before. I think I prefer that very delicate green at the tips of these buds to the vibrant green of the grass.
Another thing about Scottish plants was that some of them seemed like the kind of thing that the dinosaurs would have strolled amongst. This thing, being enjoyed by a cold-weather bumblebee, churns out leaves so huge one could sleep under them.
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