A blue-throated goldentail darted between the orchids, its metallic throat glinting with every turn.

At dawn the wheat field looked its goldenest, stretching like a sea of light to the horizon.

Last summer, my family took a scenic drive through Goldenville and stopped to photograph the historic mine site.

The stiff-leaf goldenrod, Solidago rigida, is native to most of eastern North America and lights up late-summer meadows with its bright yellow flowers.

Everyone at the school rolled their eyes when the goldensprog demanded a trophy for merely showing up.

The goldensprogs gathered at dawn to celebrate the harvest, singing old coastal songs.

The herbalist carefully harvested several goldenseals from the shaded patch to prepare tinctures.

Every autumn, the hillside is dotted with goldenrod trees that sway gently in the breeze.

During the morning walk we were thrilled to spot a small flock of blue-throated goldentails feeding on the trumpet vines.