Flower child
It's been a fine midsummer for Sweet William blossoms in the flower garden and the nearby gone-wild edges of the fields, and the Ruby-throated Hummingbirds and Spicebush Swallowtails have enjoyed the nectar-filled blooms on a daily basis. So has my granddaughter Stasia, a genuine flower child but one more after scent than sustenance. Of course, in our species, both qualities are hardly mutually exclusive. We can't feed on nectar, but the heady aroma of the flower, often a sign that a fuel reward awaits a bird or insect, can be food for the human soul.
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