(I meant to post this yesterday, but the time got away from me. And so did the color.)
On my drive home from work, I thought to myself--"It's today." Every year I wait for this day. The day that Robert Frost's words float through my head, helping me to recognize the importance of living in the moment.
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.
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.
Here in Rochester, it seems, Nature's gold has given way to white.
I'll be back from skiing before the boys get home from school.
Then maybe we can head out to Stokoe Farms and cut down a tree.
This is an out of context comment.Your posts are always interesting but this morning is the first time I have read your blog with the window sized small.
Your fluid place looks perfect small, as if it is designed specifically to be read in a small window. Yes, I'm sure you did that intentionally but WOW does it work well. Very readable. Thanks. I'll be back to borrow some ideas.
stay gold, ponyboy.