There were many things I expected in Scotland: golf, haggis, rain, wind, castles. But I was not expecting the abundant flowers and colors of the landscape. The photos in the big coffee table books, I assumed, were taken in a few select places on an exceptional day. But what I found was beauty around every corner, in the garden, field and landscape. The small blossoms in the corner of a garden to the expansive fields of waving barley and oats were all around us. Everyday. Everywhere. Cultivated or sown by the wind the entire country felt like one continuous garden.