Walking around Taynish woods in the early summer sunshine, I was reminded of these words by the American poet Robert Frost.

The newly-emerged leaves of the oak trees were making the hillside glow with a rich gold.   It won’t last long – every day will see them turn a slightly deeper green, as summer gathers pace – but while it lasts, it is pure magic.

Taynish Woods (2)

“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