The rhododendrons bloom for the month of May at the Royal Botanical Gardens in Edinburgh.  So the rhododendrons are finished now. Still their popsicle colours--cherry and orange, blueberry and grape--quench my memory. But even with the temporary passing of the rhododendron and  the azalea--the king is dead; long live the king--there are other subjunctives from the Chinese highlands to excite the mind. Blue and yellow poppies yet remain. And heather even blooms in the Winter, when nothing else will grow. And never fear that even the neatest species will spread its wings and alight on your hand.  I am speaking of the chaffinch and robin, who will eat the crumbs of scones out of your hand. And Spring and Summer sun are such surprising guests that in behind a bush or hedge, you might find Scottish lassies sunning themselves in their underwear instead of having lunch. But careful not to gawk--nude beach rules apply.  After all, what's wrong with me...