The first daffodils to bloom are small, slender cupped varieties: Jet Fire, above, has a warm orange-yellow cup; February Gold, below, is a cooler yellow. Both shine intensely in the early spring light.
The view below is what I see from my desk when I peer around the computer screen (the photo was taken outdoors, not in). The forsythia has begun to bloom, sparkling behind the stone wall. A photograph can't quite capture the intensity of the color, how it glows in a landscape not yet fully awake after winter.
Nature's first green is gold,
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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 'Late' Frost
Thank you, Kim, for posting the Frost poem. It captures so perfectly the fleeting nature of the glory of spring.
ReplyDeleteThe golds are are nice but the stone wall is the real beauty.
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