SO MUCH feels uncertain. Economies teetering, the world shaky. Lives changed in the blink of an eye.
Which makes anything of routine all the more welcome.
The hummingbirds returned to our mountain this week.
One, then two, then three, then four. Timid at first, just a quick nip from the feeder. Then more, the nectar sweet after a winter away.
And sunshine, green, and Spring was here once again.
It’s something about which we are keenly aware on this mountain. We watch the seasons like it’s a religion noting every change, every turning, every remarkable bloom.
And every time,
every single time–
we feel grateful.