On the road home. . .

I/we saw so much of this, I couldn't help but think of this. NOT that I could remember it all of course, had to seek:-
"Gorse
First published in 1934 by Blackie & Son.
"When gorse is out of blossom,"
(Its prickles bare of gold)
"Then kissing's out of fashion,"
Said country-folk of old.
Now Gorse is in its glory
In May when skies are blue,
But when its time is over,
Whatever shall we do?
O dreary would the world be,
With everyone grown cold -
Forlorn as prickly bushes
Without their fairy gold!
But this will never happen:
At every time of year
You'll find one bit of blossom -

A kiss from someone dear!"

Mam often, regularly, read from 
"   'A Flower Fairy Alphabet' by Cicely Mary Barker."

Since I can't be sure where I saw it, I'll settle for Scotland & no map location.
;¬)