all that I know is nothing here to run from
The weather has been wildly unpredictable the last couple of days.
Cold. Hot. Rain. Wind.
This morning, after eating a quick breakfast, I enjoyed a gaze out of the main window in the family room. There are always hummingbirds in the early hours to be found enjoying the purple flowers in our side garden. They hover in front of our window, sometimes two at a time, almost like they are peeking inside to check up on us. Or so we like to think.
The sky was overcast and patches of fog were not yet lifting off the tops of houses below us. I watched enchanted by a red hued hummingbird who drank nectar from several flowers before perching on a branch of bogunvia, wings no longer fluttering at 50 times per second. I gasped. The bird took a moment and then went back into the air, quick as can be, and returned to drinking nectar. It was incredible.
Every day, little things like this just make me fall more in love with our new home.
