As I turn 66, I really wonder. I look back to the decades of the 80's and 90's in particular and I do not know where they went. Settings from those years show up regularly in my dreams, and generally, not too happily. They are not nightmares, but they feature things like neverending dirty laundry and crowds of disconnected and displaced washing machines. What does that mean?
I am grateful each year that I was born in late April.
The gift for the day is the gorgeous green weather. The gardens and lawns around here are flourishing:
This photo, the view from my window, taken in the early evening yesterday, reminds me of Robert Frost's poem:
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.
- Robert Frost
True as that is, it doesn't counter the joy I felt today when I saw that my Butterfly Bushes had survived the long and unusually cold winter:
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. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19977#sthash.DRhCVPHp.dpuf
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. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19977#sthash.DRhCVPHp.dpuf
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