Yeats At Sunset

I forgot to add a lovely bit that occurred while Teri was here. As the day waned on Monday, and John came out to the deck to join us, Teri was reminded of her Lake Isle of Innisfree images (because peace was dropping slow). She went right in to get my book from the library shelf. (How did she know just where it was? She's a poetry-spotter, an English Major, folks!) She brought it out and read that lovely verse to us; and then we passed the book back and forth, reading aloud our favorites, sipping a little wine, watching the moon and Venus rise in the darkening sky.