Travel the beautiful Ohio countryside these days, and you'll see a froth of gold on soybean fields. As the soybeans ripen in their pods, the plants will turn a deep golden hue right down to their dark green roots.
The fields are in different stages of golding up. Some have just begun while others are already turning brown. Most, though, look like the field in today's picture. With goldenrod and brown-eyed Susans chiming in, these are truly Golden Days. And if prices are good, the farmers will be rewarded with gold of another kind.
I plan to enjoy these days as much as possible, because as the poet Robert Frost observed nearly 100 years ago, Nothing Gold Can Stay.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
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. 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.
Marcheta *having Gilt feelings
Marcheta,
ReplyDeleteWonderful read again.
I adore the reference of 'Gilt'..fields of gold, and of course thinking of Robert Frost.
I just came in from an extraordinary exploration of my countryside, the fields are alive as always and now I'm off to take an allergy tablet.
VeeVee
Thanks, VeeVee!
ReplyDeleteFor the first time in his life, Jim (who works outside) is suffering from allergies this year. This seems strange to me.