Nature's First Green

Every spring, I can't help but be reminded of Robert Frost's 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.

For Easter, we spent the past few days watching the first signs of spring. Between the finches, both golden and purple, and the wild turkeys crossing the meadow, our daughter Olivia tried to capture some of the fleeting moments of the season.