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Nothing Gold Can Stay

Day's End

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.

Yarrow

Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.

To the Den

Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,

Fading Buckeye

So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.


Ring Found!

~Robert Frost

The Snail Place

I can feel it all slipping away, even as the heat swells and we grow weary with the everyday. These little people, they are growing and changing and becoming memories.  In the last moments of the day, we climbed the mountain road to The Snail Place. There were snails in abundance, of course. I don't know what it is about that place. And there were plenty of folks pausing for a picture of that scenic valley. I heard talk at a county meeting about a scenic overlook, which makes our time there bittersweet. No one came out the utility road like we did, though. That magic was all our own.

The children were botanists, collecting specimens in little buckets and jars. They also worked on making their den more secure for the Winter. It's coming; it always does.  I assured them that the trees would drop their leaves and provide the all the siding they would need.  The buckeye, locust, and walnut are starting to drop their first red, gold, and brown leaves. It is hard to see Spring coming when the days begin to lengthen after the Winter Solstice, but it is easy to see Fall and Winter in Midsummer. Even as the gardens and orchards come into their peak production, there is a feeling of the hurry of it all.

I made applesauce this week. These things tend to come up quickly--you find that window in the harvest and sieze it.  It makes Summer vacation very practical for our family.  We picked with a neighbor, one who borrowed the apple picker last year. It was good to share work with someone, for the children to see us taking joy in bringing down the high apples and chatting. I mixed them with some frozen blackberries, something new to me, and made some lovely pink-purple applesauce. I think I will do it again. There are plans for more apple picking in a couple months and I'm looking forward to it.

The orchard, the garden annex, the people who live on our street--they are changing and fading. I can feel it. I try to soak it up, as much as I can, and I try to show my children a way of life that is disappearing. My dad told me I had become my mother's great grandmother. I was wearing her apron that I found in an attic last Summer. I've always drawn inspiration and encouragement from the old folks, as much as I love to look to the future.  I can see bits of gold in the things they say and do.  Like babies, they seem to have a connection to a world quite a bit apart from the one that bustles with car horns and telephones. 

Comments

( 6 trees — Plant a Forest )
Danielle Jenczyk
Jul. 15th, 2016 03:16 am (UTC)
Wonderful!
This was an amazing post. Perfect timing for me. Sometimes you forget to look up during your time on earth. You miss so much by not looking up, nose to the grindstone, struggling with the inane, busywork that life throws at you. Thank you for reminding me to look up.
impossibleway
Jul. 17th, 2016 11:08 am (UTC)
Re: Wonderful!
You are most welcome. Thanks for stopping by!
(Anonymous)
Jul. 20th, 2016 03:20 pm (UTC)
I couldn't comment on this the first time I read it, because I got a bit teary-eyed! This feeling is with me a lot - these little people are growing and changing. It's all as it should be, but still so hard to let go of the littleness. Your post reminds me of the book we are reading, when she says that a home that incorporates past, present, and future is the ideal. I think you have that. :) And, oh - I'm inspired to make pink applesauce now. - Stacey
impossibleway
Jul. 21st, 2016 08:11 pm (UTC)
Thank you for your kind words. I wish I could have you over for a bowl of applesauce and a chat. :-)
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impossibleway
Jul. 28th, 2016 10:19 am (UTC)
I think Fall gives that feeling, too. Many Summers--that is a neat way of looking at it.
( 6 trees — Plant a Forest )

A Blessed Wilderness

It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

~Adolph Murie, biologist, on Denali


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