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 dayNothing gold can stay.                                              —Robert Frost Nothing Gold Can Stay? Really? Sorry Mr. Frost.  I do love your work. But given my long-held affection for … Continue reading Preserving the Harvest