The Bloedel Reserve

Fernne noted that the greens were so bright they looked like gold...

Roger sited a Robert Frost poem:

"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."

Strolling around the woods with my in-laws-to-be. So inspired by them. Feeling so lucky. Surrounded by green and by gold.