Last week, when Matilda spent the weekend at The Cottage, she found this huge leaf. (Including stem it is about 18″ long)

I have kept it and think of her each time I look at it.

This leaf makes me think of Matilda, Robert Frost and the poem, Nothing Gold Can Stay.

Nothing Gold Can Stay

by Robert Frost

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.

What is this poem truly about? Nature? Friendship? Love? A Creative Spirit? Perhaps all four? Perhaps something else?

Love you beyond the moon and stars.

Me