illustration of goldfinch


I sat in the garden for a minute or two with a cup of tea. No book, phone, pen or paper.

The heat continues, and my mended but sadly damaged foot does not like it one little bit. I rested it high on the rickety garden table and closed my eyes and tried for a moment to feel cool.*

The sounds in the garden were so lovely.

A slight breeze – ever so slight – rustling the leaves of the smoke tree.

A crow, calling from the cedar.

A train, trundling past into town.

A line of ants, all those little feet, marching up the cherry tree, and another line coming back down.

A pair of goldfinches playing in the maple tree, trilling and twittering. A flash of yellow and red. Have you ever heard such a noisy, sweet call? It’s worth listening out for.

I don’t think I have heard it so clearly, until today. And it was such a fine moment.

Thank you, charming little birds**.


PS: Have you read The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt? It will stay with you for a long time, it’s one of those books. I loved it.

*I don’t often manage this, ask my children đŸ™‚
** Guess what a group of goldfinches is called?

6 Comments on “Goldfinch

  1. The Goldfinch is one of my favorite books. Apparently, I talk too much about it – so I’ll leave it at that.

    • Oh Eduardo, me too! I loved it. It really stayed with me for ages after I’d finished it. Something in the writing kept catching in my imagination. Keep on talking about it, I say!

  2. I always feel privileged to see goldfinches in the garden. It means I have planted something they like which has produced delicious seeds for them to eat. They love sunflowers. I have read the The Goldfinch. It was one of the best novels I have ever read and brilliantly written. It was hard to find a book afterwards that didn’t feel pathetically lightweight!

    • I know, they are so sweet and chirpy, and seem to do their own thing and be so confident in it. I don’t know why they have just appeared in our garden! We’ve had some new shrubs planted, so maybe something there has attracted them. Long may they remain! Yes to the everything else feels lightweight after The Goldfinch. I cried at the last page, because it was over.

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