“On such a day each road is planned
To lead to some enchanted land;
Each turning meets expectancy.
The signs I read on every hand.
I know by autumn’s wizardry
On such a day the world can be
Only a great glad dream for me.
Only a great glad dream for me!”
Its one month today since I sat with my sister. I am taking a day of mourning. I might get to some Irish doodads is my mood alters – but for now. sackcloth and ashes.