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.
Manayunk Mod 