August is the month of thistles and sunflowers. It's the nesting season of goldfinches, one of the smallest of birds. Goldfinches use thistle down for nests, and feed on the seeds. It's said that their nests are so watertight that nestlings can drown in a heavy downpour.
I became a birder later in life and never saw or heard a goldfinch until I was a grandmother. I love that it nests late. To me it suggests that it's okay to be a late bloomer in anything. And I love it's cheery song.
August is thought of as the last of summer. Even though school starts here in many places, August isn't usually considered the start of anything. In France everybody takes the whole month off for vacation.
It's bittersweet to think of the end of things at the beginning of the month. But August is fraught with bittersweet. Bittersweet is named for its root. When tasted the fiber is bitter, but when chewed it tastes sweet. The lesson I suppose is to get right on with the sweetness of the last month of summer. . . .
Have a lovely weekend! Hope it's sweet!
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