The weather here has been wonderfully warm for this time of year, although the gardens have long been asleep. Today, I noticed the spent fall aster sprigs in the wildflower garden. Their delicate faces and pale browns and grays are complimented by the snow. One sprig was on the ground. It looks pretty, cobweb and all, in a small bottle on the bookshelf. The flowerheads are so tiny that one would think they are of no use to any creature. Visiting goldfinches think otherwise.
Although wild birds occupy our birdhouses, I mostly haven’t filled the bird feeders for over a year. And with the wildflower garden that is now our entire front yard and part of the back yard, I don’t have to. Food for the birds, food for my being. Blessings all around.
