Column: Nature's first hue is gold
The first hints of autumn are showing in Farmington. The breeze is crisp. A few of the trees are dipped in gold or crimson. In the poem Nothing Gold Can Stay, Robert Frost wrote, "Nature's first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold." The fall sunrises are first tinged with gold, then the sky grows blue as the light changes. The first hue of autumn is gold, in the sunrise and the leaves. Then slowly the colors of crimson and orange take hold.