with it being the last day of robert burns’s 250th birthday year, an appropriate new year’s eve celebration seemed in order.  antlers, moss, turkey feathers and other treasures gathered from the farm (along with our shrine to the auld lang syne poet) set the “scottish muirs” mood for dinner and a cup of kindness to ring in 2010 with a few friends.

thank you, lovely readers, for another wonderful year, and a right gude-willy waught to you all.