Some small bird with wonderful forethought planted a golden sunflower among the blue catmint. I left it to grow there, tall and solitary.
A goldfinch watches the sun rise.
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. ~Robert Frost