I like Sunflowers when they’re standing tall, petals fanned in flames of golden glory. They are brilliant and beautiful and although the saying goes that they practically beg to be photographed, I’d say that one pleads for the privilege of taking their picture. Truly, Sunflowers are a feast for the eyes.
But Sunflowers have a second season, where their heads are heavy and their stalks droop down and their glory fades away. It is during this season that their beauty turns to bounty; no longer a feast for the eyes, they have become a feast for the finches.
I saw this fellow happily munching this afternoon under a canopy of sunlit leaves. Don’t his feathers blend in perfectly?
It is always a treat to watch the Goldfinches perch and peck away at the seed.
Hmmm…perhaps there is a little something to be gleaned from the lovely Sunflower’s life. In its younger days, it captures the spotlight and basks in the attention and admiration it receives, but as it matures it gladly bends to give strength and nourishment to others. That’s how I hope the second season of my life is. 🙂