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.
Decided to put perhaps my favourite like from any poem ever in my bullet journal because I think it’s a metaphor for keeping going when giving up looks so tempting and also because it was an outdoorsy quote and I spent my weekend away in the Peak District with the Wilderness Medics and Woodhead Mountain Rescue (which was amaaazing!). Hope you’ve all had a great week!