25 April 2009

Spring Pics from St. Paul's

Lilacs by office door
In front of church
Nature's first green is gold...
Looking up to the front entrance

7 comments:

Elephantschild said...

What sort of tree is that all gold? It's stunning! And tall.

William Weedon said...

Jen,

Isn't it lovely? Believe it or not, it's a plain old oak tree that stands between the parsonage and St. Paul's church.

marlene said...

It snowed today.




But the turn out for our congregations "Tunefully Made" workshop was strong.

Elephantschild said...

Oaks are never "plain," Pastor Weedon!

Anonymous said...

Were the lilacs for me, Pastor?
It's as close as I'll get to them. :(

But they're beautiful.
Helen

William Weedon said...

Helen,

You betcha they're for you! I wish they could digitize smell...

Donna said...

The rest of the Frost poem: 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. (Nothing gold on this earth, but as C.S. Lewis points out, He gives "refreshments on the journey" -- like lilacs and golden trees.)