I have been noticing in recent weeks the beautiful blooming trees along our street. There are a couple pink dogwoods whose color seemed to peak about seven days ago with a deep brilliant pink, and since then I’ve noticed the color fading day by day. It has reminded me of this poem by Robert Frost:

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.