...sometimes even a single feather is enough to fly. (Robert Maclean)


Here Comes the Sun

Every spring when I feel the return of the Sun,
 this Beatles tune inevitably begins to take residence in my head:

And with the return of the sun comes daffodils, little suns in their own right:

And with the synchronicity only mother nature is capable of,
the goldfinches are flitting about with their brightening spring feathers, like flying daffodils:

(Makes me grateful to have eyes to see the beauty in the world.)

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