Todays golf game wasn't the best but the company like always was good. It was a hot afternoon but now freshly showered, I am enjoying a cool evening breeze on my front porch. The sun is hidden from the view only to stretch shadows across lush green grass. In front of me is a huge red maple. Leaves are rustling and are turned up looking for moisture.
The Robin's nest that was visible just a week ago is now barricaded in a splendor of red and green. I can hear birds chirping. Sparrows and Robbins compete for my attention. I like to presume that is the case. In the far distance I can hear a red winged black bird.
The other day a hummingbird stopped by and hovered above our Rose of Sharon. I wondered if it was the same one from last year. I have waited for his return. And the return of my morning routine of writing and looking out my window seeing my little winged friend dancing from one blossom to the next. We all need a joyful distraction.
They say a hummingbird egg is the size of a tic tic. Can you imagine that? One morning I was watching and I saw a small winged thing competing with bees to collect nectar. A baby humingbird. It was delightful to see him or her, in action chasing bees away while dad hovered close by.
That huge Rose of Sharon bush is beside me as I write these words. So far there are no buds and likewise no hummingbirds. But they will be back. I could have put a feeder up but I decided to let nature take its course. That and I don't like yellow jackets that seem to take over when the birds aren't snacking. I will stop here and thank this moment and thank heaven for the wink. I see you. Bliss is a picture. Blessings, the story. Joy is sharing. Now matters.
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