"As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; / [ . . . ] Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: / Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; / Selves -- goes itself; 'myself' it speaks and spells, / Crying 'What I do is me; for that I came'." --Gerard Manley Hopkins

28 July 2017

Goldfinches and Echinacea

The echinacea are dying, but the goldfinches have arrived to harvest their seeds and offer sunbursts of color to replace the fading purple.  The ladies, too, in their dusky yellow dresses create a lovely complement to their mates.  As we stood watching from the window, one flew like an arrow through the echinacea across the yard and straight up to the glass as if to say hello.  How sweet she looked, how bright her mate on the flowers, on this drab rainy day.  Beauty everywhere if we only pause to look.