This is my favorite time of year. The hue of green on the trees right now is as Robert Frost describes:
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.
When the rain stops, I should take some pictures of the fresh spring aspen trees! So far, 3 Russian mammoth sunflowers have sprouted from seeds I collected from last year's largest flower. Hopefully, they'll be bountiful this year.
2012 May 9 (Wildwood) |
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