What sort of tree is that all gold? It's stunning! And tall.
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.
It snowed today. But the turn out for our congregations "Tunefully Made" workshop was strong.
Oaks are never "plain," Pastor Weedon!
Were the lilacs for me, Pastor?It's as close as I'll get to them. :(But they're beautiful.Helen
Helen,You betcha they're for you! I wish they could digitize smell...
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.)
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