It's turned out nice again

Another sunny day, but with a cold wind. This purple flower appears in the same spot or blemish every year, and this year has been no exception. I call it purple haze.
 
Wee Willie Winkie rins through the toon,
Up stairs an' doon stairs in his nicht-gown,
Tirlin' at the window, crying at the lock,
"Are the weans in their bed, for it's now ten o'clock?"
 
Wee: little
Rins: runs
Toon: town
Tirlin: rapping
Weans: children, wee ones

Here are two women singing the song. They have obviously enjoyed a couple of gins.

https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=210926470558171