Robert Frost Knew What He Was Talking About

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

This tree in my front yard is always the first tree to change into its' autumn finery; I don't know why. It is also the first to drop its' leaves and, it manages to do both these things within a couple of days so, blink and you can miss it. I'm glad I didn't miss it it this year.

Autumn is making itself known in other areas of the yard as well and, my garden is on its' last legs. Sunday evening, I roasted the last of the carrots and some beets and made Hugh a cucumber and dill salad with the last of the cucumbers. I still need to cut the heads off the sunflowers (cheesecloth turbans do keep the mice away; old-timer farmer folk know of what they speak) and I'll have beets and tomatoes for awhile yet but, otherwise, the garden is basically done.

This weekend, I'm hoping to hook up with Jana for a picnic in the mountains. We have both been hoping to get pictures of the kids in some of the locations that we used to take them when they were younger and we both especially like the fall colors so, fingers crossed for good weather and cooperative offspring (what are the odds?).

In the meantime, I'm going to take longer walks around the park, to fully enjoy the sights, smells and sounds of autumn  because, in no time, Old Man Winter will blanket the colors with a shroud of brilliant white and, I'll admit; I'm not quite ready for that.

Nothing gold can stay, indeed.