Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
From the poem: Nothing Gold Can Stay By: Robert Frost
Rosemary Danielis blogs about her magnificent and inspirational garden
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Love the blades of grass. Sometimes I look at my bamboo(my grass here in Tucson) and love how it all moves with the wind. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI'd never read that poem before. Lovely. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteJuicy greens! Absolutely awesome!
ReplyDeletexoxo, Juliana
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