Bitter Sweet St Patricks day

Sweet:- S & R dressed up in Granny Margaret's Irish apparel :-)

Bitter :- Alas is too sad to go in to details, all my love and thoughts are with L and R today, may god ease your pain :-(

The Lake Isle of Innisfree by W B Yeats is one of my fave poems just thought it fitted some how :-(

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.