bird-congregations

Updated: May 21, 2025

In midsummer, goldfinches warbled among the thistle-tops; and, high above the bird-congregations, the song-sparrow sent forth her clear, warm, penetrating trill, sunshine translated into music. We were not surfeited, in those days, with what is called pleasure; but we grew up happy and healthy, learning unconsciously the useful lesson of doing without.

Lucy Larcom - A New England girlhood, outlined from memory (Beverly, MA)