Rains recently have flattened the Rocketman Sage in the back yard but once the skies stop falling it springs back up.
Apparently the fronds are full of pollen because the bees love it.
So, too, do a pair of neighborhood Goldfinches.
I know the birds are tiny but it still amazes me how they can perch on seemingly the smallest, most fragile stems without seeming to bend them at all.
Of course, once they have had their fill of pollen they stop off for a drink before going on their way.
There is a seemingly never-ending cycle of life taking place right outside my window.
I enjoy being the oddball observer.
