The yard is vibrant, lush green exploding with new growth in the dampness, after days and days of nearly non-stop rain…more to come.
Only the goldfinches get pleasure from the sopping weather. They twitter and hiss, merrily flitting between trees and feeders.
I hear the goldfinches communicating, whistling and warbling and trilling.
Indoors, I am inclined to relax and read. From the kitchen, the fan-club watches, intensely intrigued.