We spent the second week of September exploring the Theodore Roosevelt National Park (also knows as the North Dakota Badlands), where we saw our first real glimpses of leaves changing color. What a glorious time to be there!
I love fall--the beauty of the variety of colors, the crisp morning air and warm days. But I am all too aware of impending winter, and the constant, slow change of nature. As I walk among the changing leaves, I think of Robert Frost's poem, "Nothing Gold Can Stay."
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Please read the rest here. Go ahead, click. It's short.
Here's Frost himself reciting it:
and from me, with apologies to Frost,
Make the most of every day,
Grab what's golden on the way,
Knowing that it cannot stay,
Be thankful for the moment.