A Winter Garden


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 today.
Nothing gold can stay. -Robert Frost

For as long as I can remember my father has been planting and tending to something. Whether it has been trees, flowers, or little garden plots, it's a memory of him that I will carry with me forever. His intent yet relaxed way with this very organic relationship is something that I've admired as a child and now appreciate even more as an adult.

Hope to get pictures of this space again next Spring.

Nathalie Kalbach said...

ahhh - I love those pictures!!!!!!

DebW said...

Wow Jen! These are beautiful pictures! What is the plant that looks like long golden hair?

Susan Beth said...

Fantastic fantastic fantastic photos! Amazing!