First Green

After so much of this......

We now have this!


The early willow leaves reminded me of this:

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.

I just learned this poem is by Robert Frost. I have to admit I learned it reading the Outsiders by S.E. Hinton as a teenager and fell in love with it. Is the first poem I remember memorizing. Every spring when the leaves begin as small golden buds I remember it.  I am more grateful for spring this year then others I can remember. As the our land wakes up I keep finding treasures in my yard I didn't know were there. So far I have discovered 3 beautiful Red Lenten roses, several forsythia and a mature pecan tree!

I had no idea what a Lenten rose was until I moved to the South. They are really not a rose. They are evergreen and bloom first here. I still miss the forsythia being the first flower of the year, is that silly? These boom even before the crocus I think. I will plant some crocus for next year find out.