I've spent the entire day doing yard work: mowing, edging, weeding, etc. It's a wondrous time of the year.

Nothing Gold can Stay - Robert Frost
 
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.