An ordinary morning can become an extraordinary morning in an instant.
Gloomy skies, damp coolness in the air, smell of coffee in the kitchen--not anything to hint of much excitement. Then he was there...hovering at the window, reminding me that the hummingbird feeder should've been ready and waiting for his arrival.
We've hung the feeder in that spot for years now--and it always thrills me to look up and see him looking in the window at me. He's survived the long trip,...once more--and I feel like an inadequate hostess.
"Oh my, where are my manners? You must be exhausted. Let me get you a drink."
1 comment:
My, what a lucky hummingbird to have you as as a hostess !!
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