Tuesday's Flower

It was a wet morning, but we braved it on foot to get to school. Second day in and all is well. Will go to the beach later to sieze the moment before the storms arrive and hold us prisoner in our home once again.

A snippet from The Deserted Garden:

The time is past; and now that grows
The cypress high among the trees,
And I behold white sepulchres
As well as the white rose, --

-Elizabeth Barrett Browning