WORDS FOR SPRINGTIME . . . 

[I'm repeating this post because it fits so perfectly the current time and place. For some people, Spring doesn't last long enough. For others, it's 'way too long (allergies also bloom in the spring, tra la). But I find poetry often helps me go forward when life isn't working out as I intended. Hope this poem from Robert Frost makes your day.]

We are well and truly into Spring. My neighbor has mowed his grass twice since the snow went away. Birds are eating everything we put out. And the wren, who likes my house, has tried again, this year, to build a nest on top of my porch light--we even gave her a new wren house of her very own!

Here's a poetic thought from Robert Frost to honor Spring:

NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY

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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Spring will be with us for a while yet, then we'll let her go and enter into another season.
We don't own her--she's only loaned to us for a time. Let's enjoy Spring while she's with us.


P.S. I saw my first goldfinch this morning, all decked out in her golden plumage. Now there's something that can stay for three seasons!



Blessings from

    Thursday's Child