I’m just sitting here, watching the day draw to its end. It’s happening sooner and sooner now that September is here.

From my window, I see my little half-circle of sunflowers–both real and metallic. There’s also a windmill, a birdfeeder, and an LED light that is on a post that illuminates these beauties at night.

Many visitors come to my garden. In the summer, they have to fend for themselves because my hubby thinks they’re capable of hunting what has been provided for them. In the less productive months though? He keeps that feeder filled–well, at least until the squirrels discover it.

The past few weeks, the yellow finches have been around often. It’s mesmerizing to watch them flit about, land on a sunflower, lean their heads over to eat the seeds from them, while the wind or their weight tosses them gently about. They don’t care. They don’t mind. They get their mouths filled, chew, ponder, spit out the yuck, and then go to the next flower head and repeat.

Hmn.

When the winds blow? They stay firm. I haven’t seen a finch–or any other bird for that matter–fall. They don’t even seem to exert themselves into the hanging on part.

I am learning a lot from the finches.

Eat. Enjoy. Get rid of the waste. Move on.

What a lesson.