NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY

            

Old maple 

            Nothing gold can stay.  Robert Frost was right.  Whether it’s romance, youth, or the sight of an old maple tree lit up by the last rays of an autumn sun, we treasure our golden joys all the more, knowing how impermanent they are.  Knowing how impermanent we are.

Aster         

Nature toys with us in these final halcyon days of an Indian summer.  October frost has blasted the beanstalks and turned the showy annuals to ash, but the garden and the woods beyond abandon all subtlety as they dress for their annual curtain call. Gold may be Eden’s 'hardest hue to hold' but she is spending it freely before she 'sinks to grief.' 

And in the leaden days of winter the memory of such riches will keep us warm. 

Jack O.

Native dogwood, Cornus florida

Fragrant Camellia sasanqua 'Hana Jiman'

Beautyberry, Callicarpa americana

Dahlia 'Class Elise', before the frost

The hardest hue to hold