Nothing gold can stay

Over the weekend, I took some photographs in what’s left of the garden, and working on them tonight to share them with you, I was feeling a little poetic about the time of year.

Since I don’t possess any talent at all when it comes to writing poetry, I’ll share a few of my favorite lines with you.

November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.
With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.
The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.
-  Elizabeth Coatsworth

We finished what was left of this lettuce.  And it was good.

I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. 
So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.
-  Nathaniel Hawthorne

I cannot agree more with Mr. Hawthorne. A beautiful day is meant to be spent out in it.

Here, basil gone to seed. And below, a lone leaf from the grapevine.

I love it here at the old manor house on the hill.

 

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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Until tomorrow, my friends . . .