Nature’s First Green is Gold in the Shenandoah Valley

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs 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 Can Stay, Robert Frost

If you have ever doubted the literal truth of this lovely poem, now is the time to see it in action. As the trees’ leaves unfurl here in the Shenandoah Valley, they appear first golden and then chartreuse before growing out into their own shades of green. Right now is the perfect time to visit Virginia and see Frost’s poem in real life. “Stay gold, Ponyboy.”

chartreuse weeping willow

chartreuse weeping willow

Pretty Leaves

Pretty Leaves

*** This personal blog is comprised solely of the opinions, views, projects, and travels of its author, Stacey Morgan Smith. She is lucky enough to have loving family and friends whom she drags along with her on her adventures and whom she puts to work on her little farm. She uses this blog to help promote living in the mountains of the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, from Roanoke to the Potomac River.**

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