One Touch of Nature Makes the Whole World Kin

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.

The Lake Isle of Innisfree - W.B. Yeats

These are a few photos I took with my family today. I didn't really take them with the intent of sharing them, rather I like to take photos because it relaxes me, but today reminded me how much I do actually enjoy sharing my photos and writing about them. I took these on a walk around Castle Ward and some of the scenes reminded me of one of my favourite poems by Yeats that I thought I'd include.

Hope you are all well!