This is the golden time of year, when orioles singing in the treetops draw our gaze toward their sunny plumage, when sunshine makes tulip poplar blossoms seem to be illuminated from within, when even the lowly box turtle trudging across the driveway seems spangled with golden sequins. It looks as if the orioles have chosen to stay around this year and the turtle keeps turning up where you least expect him, but the tulip poplar blossoms are already fading and falling. Robert Frost reminds us that "nothing gold can stay," but if it stays a little while and promises to return again, maybe that's enough.
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