This weekend I took out the time to enjoy the leaves changing.
I made apple pancakes with fresh apples from the farmer’s market.
I enjoyed a bloody mary while perusing Stella & Dot jewelry.
And as suggested by Joanna, memorized a poem of my choice. I thought Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost was the perfect choice.
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 did you do this weekend? I hope it was lovely.