Simon and I took Sophie for a walk through the woods of the Mercer Arboretum nearby. The lack of rain has really affected a lot of trees and underbrush. The Cypress Pond area was missing the pond. The Cypress Knees, which are usually peeking through the swampy water, looked a bit like little, neglected Elfen tombstones. We may need to start doing rain dances.
I dug, beneath the cypress shade,
What well might seem an elfin’s grave;
And every pledge in earth I laid,
That erst thy false affection gave.
I pressed them down the sod beneath;
I placed one mossy stone above;
And twined the rose’s fading wreath
Around the sepulchre of love.
Frail as thy love, the flowers were dead,
Ere yet the evening sun was set:
But years shall see the cypress spread,
Immutable as my regret.
~ Thomas Love Peacock