Nature’s first green is gold

No excuse needed for re-posting this seasonal gem.

The Judas trees are being true to the third line of the poem and showing their little pink blossom flowers already.

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.

Robert Frost

[The American poet much loved by my American wife, Meredith.]