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Featured Essay

Waiting to Be Found

A garden without birds is still a garden.

The flowers bloom.
The fountain splashes.
The leaves sway in the wind.

Yet something feels unfinished.

Then one morning a finch lands on the feeder.

Soon a flock of cheerful goldfinches gathers around the feeder.

A hummingbird hovers in the fountain spray while three birds splash in the bird bath. Suddenly the garden is no longer just a collection of plants. It has become a place where lives intersect.