Nothing gold can stay

Do forgive me for getting poetic - it's because autumn is here.

These words are by Robert Frost, an appropriate name I think.

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.

Claude Houde's Unipower GT in the 24 hours of Mont-Tremblant in Canada 

picture: Yanick Gougeon