Nature’s first green is gold
Those of you that know my photography will be familiar with my amorous fascination with the Dogwood in my backyard. Known me a little longer and you’re familiar with my similar fascination with poet Robert Frost. Spent a clear evening at Raven’s Aerie, our house, and you know the golden light that pays dividends from across the Sooke Hills to the west.
Now forget it all and take a look through the window into the yard.
Now, with this first green, spring has arrived.
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.
- Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay