I took a few lines from Robbie Burns’ famous poem, Tam O’Shanter
But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white – then melts for ever;
And carved them onto a slab of Caithness stone. A glass artist friend created a deep red flower for me. The carving was purchased and now stands in a stunning setting in Glenlivet.
