In a week of meetings, appointments, getting my daughter’s car to the shop, there was this:
This tiny burst of joy showed up in less than twenty-four hours after I put out the hummingbird feeder. Not sure they’re nesting yet. However, one did do a hover and hello when I was working in the garden this week.
Speaking of the garden, that’s where I’m headed right now to uncover—or plant—other bursts of joy. So I’m keeping this check-in short today. My writing this week was slow, steady, and positive, although not very flashy.
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What a delight! It’s hard to imagine hummingbirds nesting, but I suppose they must. I wouldn’t have been surprised to learn that they their mamas carried the babies with them as they flitted from flower to flower, and that the babies were actually birthed airborne, wings flapping madly to keep from falling.
Wishing you many bursts of joy in your garden today — happy Mother’s Day!