A kind stranger reached out recently to thank me for this website.  I started the blog as a way to share nature with my mom. While she can’t read it anymore, I’m honored that it continues to touch lives. Especially on a day when I had to do an impossibly hard thing for my dad.

The winter cold is finally loosening its grip, leaving dead flowers and brittle shrubs.  Or are they really dead?  New life pokes out from the roots. A small flowering stem appears. The weary hummingbirds gratefully nectar from their favorite blooms. 

These hummingbirds are fighters.  The 23-degree weather made them weak, but they found my feeders and survived.  They even started using the “icky” feeder, now a lifeline because the bees can’t hog it! I laugh as the hummers dart around the yard, dive-bombing each other for exclusive access to the nectar.  

These tiniest of birds teach us that survival is showing up and doing the right thing. One small sip at a time.