Yesterday's dense fog gave way to a sunny evening and this morning the fog is light. In the meadows, in the valley. two willows and a large forsythia shine with the gold that does not last. As Robert Frost writes, "Nature's first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold."
Here on my hill I am surrounded by daffodils, gold and white, and their sweet, light, fresh scent. How beautiful the world can be when Springtime touches it. The dogwood is already in bud. The sunshine is bright enough to cast shadows. I am going to visit my son in his new home, and this old life is full of new things.
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