🐦 Garden Chronicles: The Yellow Visitor

Not all who sing in my garden wear petals.

Some arrive on wings — soft, quick, golden — sipping colour as song.

“The roses may hold the stage, but the birds bring the music alive.”

This little one is a regular guest, pausing just long enough to remind me that beauty doesn’t only grow — it flies in, it perches, it hums. The garden isn’t just mine. It’s shared, alive with voices I could never plant, only welcome.

✨ Each visit is a gentle reminder: joy is never silent when nature is singing.

DJPP