One of the nice things about maintaining a blog for more than a year is the ability to see annual cycles.
Every year, when Rochester shakes off its interminable wintry grayness and takes on the subtle gold-green of early spring, I’m reminded of my favorite Robert Frost poem, Nothing Gold Can Stay.
By mid-April, I’ve generally given up hope that spring will ever arrive. But this year, I was able to look back in my archives and see that I’d posted the poem on April 22nd of last year. Mother Nature was consistent this year; I noticed on the drive home last night that we’d hit that golden moment. By this evening, it had already edged closer to green.
Anil has his annual panda joke; I’m thinking that this poem will be my annual ritual, a reminder to me that spring really does come to Rochester, every year.
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