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.
Albeit I mangled the penultimate line. So Robert Frost was talking about a little more than a baby having a 3 night run of half decent sleep, getting mum hopeful, and then a night of sheer torture for said mum. But it applies. Funny what the mind can manage even in a blur of shadows and dreams.
Never thought it would be Mr Frost keeping me company, but that he did, and at some point I drifted off to the images of golden leaves.
To be woken up 15mins later.....
We have some good friends coming over later. I'm making burritos. But She is on a blood type diet thingy, so I'm unsure about the flour wraps. I suppose she needn't eat them. Although then it's not burritos, but a pile of minced meat. Tasty though, if I do say so myself.
We met these friends only about 10-12 mths ago. They have two children, one is a girl just 3 mths younger than my Wildflower. They are a lovely couple who have similar family ideas to us. We envisioned being lifelong friends and our children growing up together. The start of our tribe here. Not an easy task when one is an expat.
A few days back they mentioned they may not stay here afterall, and might return to England instead.
Nothing gold can stay?