The mellow of fall is upon us…
Nature’s first green is giving way to gold, her hardest hue to hold*…
So we savor a quiet Sunday afternoon on a rocky shore
among busy crabs and sea roaches scurrying to keep ahead of the rising tide
They have little notion of the glorious world they inhabit…
And we see but the faintest rumors of what will yet be…
–LS
For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us. Rom.8:18
*Nothing Gold Can Stay
Robert Frost, 1874 – 1963
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.