As I sit on this hot July afternoon, gazing at the monarda Jacob Cline, she came three diferent times, or there diferent birds I know not. I only know there was there times I stopped breithing.
I wondered how in the midst of city life row houses it chose my garden?
The bright red called it no doubt.
It fed deap the nector. Flighting up hovering to watch at any noise of other birds around. When one bird got to noisy it flow off seeking refuge in the foliage of a near by willow.
Yes in the city I have a willow. I can think of dozen more sutible trees to have. But it is on the property line and the elderly neighbor likes it, so I let it be.
It’s nice to be a refuge to a passing hummingbird.maybe it knew I needed a reminder to live with purpose.
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