Springtime in the mountains

Tulip polar…

…apple tree…

…blueberry…

…and the view from the pasture looking east toward the morning sun.

Spring has arrived! I am grateful for a handful of things from high school, chief among them that I was compelled to memorize some 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.