Autumn is definitely one of my favorite seasons.  I love that first morning after a hot summer when the crisp air hits my face, the sky is bright blue, and I think …. college football.

Our little Japanese maple is putting on quite a show as he does every autumn.  The first morning I noticed him all decked out in gold, I thought of Robert Frost:

Nature’s first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold. 
Her early leafs 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.

I don’t know if I love this poem for its own merit or my love of ‘The Outsiders’.  Hmmm.


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