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.
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.
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.
Hmm, your trackback script seems to be a bit wonky. The main page says this post has a trackback, but I don't see it here.
Regardless, this is the post I was trying to trackback: Spring is here
BTW, I'm a student at RIT. That tree is from the BCG90 quad.
Eh, now the trackback appears... oh well.
That is the cleanest version of that joke I EVER heard.