Mid-May at Ridge Pond is brought to you by the color yellow.
Bright, vibrant, happy yellow. Spring is in full effect here (we've even had a couple summer-like days) and winter is becoming a distant memory. At least until next season's firewood gets delivered.
Nearby maple farm, Beaver Hill Plantation in Freedom, recently posted my favorite Robert Frost poem on their Facebook page. I love this poem and its sentiment (and not just because I was crazy about The Outsiders book and movie as a kid!). The daffodils are perfect one day and gone the next. So much to do and the beauty is so fleeting that if you blink you might miss it.
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 to day. Nothing gold can stay.
Stay golden, Ponyboy.