Subject: Springtime in Virginia

From: [email-masked] (Bess Haile)
Date: Wed, 29 Mar 1995 14:54:56 GMT

In my favorite springtime poem Robert Frost says:

	Nature's first green is gold
	Her hardest hue to hold
	Her early leav's a flower
	But only so an hour
	Then leave subsides to leaf
	So Eden sank to grief
	So dawn goes down to day
	Nothing gold can stay

And so it is in my zond 7 garden where the sassifrass, the tulip
poplar, and the gum trees are just putting out the yellow green
bits of new leaves are misting the woods with a golden hue.

Bess Haile