"Chestnut brown canary / ruby-throated sparrow..."
Image found HERE.
While running errands at work today, I saw four goldfinches: two males in the purple and white wildflowers, and one male feeding a female on the branch of a pine tree. I'm almost certain that the only other time I ever saw a goldfinch was in the dogwood tree near the swingset in our backyard. My brother was just a baby, and my mom still grew green beans on the pole next to the swingset. My mom pointed it out, yellow against the bright green leaves of summer. Perhaps I just saw it that one day, and never again. Or perhaps it came to that tree often and thus imprinted itself upon my memory.
Either way, I'm being a hopeless romantic.
EDIT: Probably because Andy and I are falling in love all over again.