Magic in Missouri

May 1, 2022 Stockton Lake Missouri

So far our journeys seem to be allowing us to follow early Spring across the country. I don’t know if our pleasure in today’s campground is a direct result of only having to drive two hours today or that we are experiencing the ephemeral glory of the season. My favorite poem, by Robert Frost, seems to match today; it’s pure gold:

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.

We arrived a Stockton Lake before noon and set up camp! This is an Army Corps campground which are always well designed and clean. The leaves were just budding (some were gold still) and the migratory birds were arriving. I took a nap while Ted caught a fish. It was a little fish so he actually got a picture.