A starting point for a late summer stroll, this fence is lined with ripened thistle plants. The down lines the homes of American Goldfinches, those bright yellow birds often referred to as “wild canaries”.
The only thing needed to complete this picture is a goldfinch enjoying thistle seeds and carrying down back to it’s nest in progress.
Goldfinches are late season breeders. They love to raise their young in the sun of late summer. The bright little gold and black males can be seen roller coastering across meadows of late summer flowers, in search of ripening seeds.
At the home where I spent most of my school years, we planted cosmos outside our bedroom windows so we could look out and see the dazzling birds among the thin, pink pastel petals of the feathery-foliaged plants.
I love late August and early September, though I’m not looking forward to the downswing toward winter.
Life is at it’s fullest. Cornstalks are at their tallest. We are still harvesting sweet corn. Many never tire of easy suppers of hot dogs in buns and crisp, buttery ears sprinkled with salt.
Insect life flourishes and entertains us with trills of all types on sultry evenings.
By day, lepidopterans laze above late season flowers in full bloom.
Dragonflies, like this one with a double set of wings, perch atop pollen-laden tassels of corn. I ‘hadn’t realized their order is called odonota.
It’s easy to see how stories of fairies got a start, gazing up at these delicate little beings in the dreamy haze of a late summer day.
As hot summer days wane, the best way to make memories that last through winter is to spend time on a sandy beach. This new spot was serene, not yet discovered by too many tourists. A wondrous site to commune with nature, at the junction of land and water where so many species convene.