Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
and never stops at all.
A hummingbird darted past my picture window today, her tiny green wings whirring and shimmering in the sunlight. She hovered in and around our citrus trees, clicking a warning to the pair of mourning doves perched on the redwood fence close by.
What’s she protecting, I wondered.
I grabbed my camera, dragged a ladder out of the garage, and headed into my backyard for a closer look.
Check it out: She’s built a tiny nest in the crook of an orange tree branch!
Notice, too, the small buds at the base of the leaf stems. They’re about ready to burst. Have you ever smelled citrus flowers? In a word, intoxicating.
Hope springs eternal, doesn’t it? In the dead of winter, there’s reason for optimism.
Happy (early) spring, everyone.