After a lovely, warm, albeit, very dry summer, winter is starting to edge it's way into the scenery.
The trees are changing and last night the high tunnel thermometer registered in at 29-degrees. Brrr!
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| View from my back deck. |
Although it's lovely, I always feel the tiniest bit of despair. Winter is coming!
Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost
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.
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