the Promise of Spring

Spring must be on its way. The sun is coming out of its shell, hanging just a little longer in the sky before setting in a blaze of pink and red glory. Snowdrops have almost finished their rein. Buds are just blossoming on the winter tree branches. People’s faces seem a little lighter; which brings me to my topic for the day, the pleasant people of Scotland.

I’ve come to the decision that Scotland is one of the friendliest countries in the world. Although my experience, so far, has been fairly limited I believe, and others have concurred, that the Scots are among the most congenial people on the planet. Despite freezing temperatures and a cold northern wind that blows, their hospitality could warm anyone to the core. (And if they don’t, I’ve heard their whisky will!)

In particular I’ve noticed the friendly nature of, and I should probably say, rural Scotland as characterized by its neighborhoods. Walking along any given avenue it’s very common to spy curtains drawn back or front doors open, welcoming the viewer into daily life. Whether making dinner or making out, people seem to be aware of the theatrical quality of their homes and appreciate the artistic value of living. Even the standard British door - which could be painted any shade of blue, red, or yellow - is a bright, cheery moment in a standard British day – usually overcast and windswept. Window gazing isn’t as creepy as it sounds, either. Most homes in St Andrews sit at street-level, creating an even greater sense of equality and almost inviting you take a quick peek inside. Residential life is a far cry from most American homes which sit far away from the road, raised above eye-level, and button up any perspective into the house.

Although incredibly simple, being allowed such an intimate look at life has closed the gap between outsider and guest. Enjoying these brief vignettes of Scottish living has really made me feel welcome and safe, in many ways. Simplicity, and a bit of good old fashioned British repression, is the order of the day. The flat doesn’t have to be my own (I wish!), but for that brief moment when I see a kettle boiling on the stove, or a flower arrangement on the windowsill, or someone walking into a room, I feel like a part of the family.

Hitting the books hard this week, with a renewed energy to rein in my assignments! I’m really going to try and finish up everything by Sunday, so I can truly enjoy a day of rest. Happy Monday, everyone!