Bailey's (a.k.a., The Sullivan's) Garden... there it was, gone!

Bailey and our neighbor's cat MoMo loved the large "natural" garden that once stood in front of the Sullivan's home. MoMo loved sleeping in the undergrowth and, I suspect, laying wait for mice, chipmunks, and clueless puppies. Bailey dove into MoMo's secret garden, tumbled through the high flowers, and on occasion, gently pulled out an assortment to deliver to Gina.

This morning, however, the Sullivans decided that the garden--somewhat unwieldy from ... disinterest?--had to go. Bailey sat on our front lawn and watched the dismantling. He learned yet another hard truth of life, as youngsters through the ages have, that, "nothing gold can stay..."

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.

–Robert Frost