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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The Indian plum is a small, airy shrub that is one of the first plants to bloom as winter comes to a close. On the ends of its curving branches, new leaves are sprouting. The sunlight shining through them is creating luminescent, green flames. The shrubs are becoming brilliant candelabrums to light the pathway to spring.
The forecast for this Tuesday is a nighttime temperature of 16 degrees! Hopefully, our first green will stay.
