29 Mar Nothing gold can stay but won’t you sit with me?

This spring is like no other, so many of us are grieving. The loss of friends, the loss relatives, the loss of a child. Still, we can only live with our grief and take comfort in that they are not forgotten. Won’t you sit with me for a moment of tea, and remember?

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.

— Robert Frost