We spent every spare minute at the pool enjoying the freedom of being young and healthy. We even got Allison's bike fixed up only to realize that she is too tall for her small bike.
I saw that my youngest daughter has grown up. When I looked to my oldest, I realized that she is a hair to be being half way to twenty.
I'm reminded of the Robert Frost poem, "Nothing Gold Can Stay"
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.
As summer turns to fall, I see the girls age a year. The growth always astounds me in the Fall, when nature is the most golden.
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. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19977#sthash.XiFHu3wv.dpuf
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. - See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19977#sthash.XiFHu3wv.dpuf
