It's Really All "Natural"

I'm constantly amazed at how, the older I get, the more attuned to nature I become. This afternoon I found myself standing outside our company, after going for my lunch, staring up at a tree - whistling back to some birds who had greeted me on my way down the sidewalk.

I was a poor mimic of their sweet "whoo-wheet" - not even being much of a whistler, let alone imitator of bird calls. I was just about to walk out of the noon sunshine to go back into the artificial coolness of airconditioning when I saw a flicker - a quick movement and then a flash of - yellow! A golden finch had been serenading me from the top of the tree.

I hadn't seen a finch since last year - in Mark's wildflower garden. Mark's family sold that land, so the wildflower garden is no longer. Mark and I broke up - so "we" are no longer.

But the golden finch still serenades me from the treetops.