A friend gifted me a hummingbird feeder for my back porch to hang outside my kitchen window. That location is too windy since I live on a hilltop, so I hung it off the front porch outside my living room window. I have a pair of hummers that are getting more and more comfortable with this little tasty treat presented to them.
This inspired my story as I sit here looking out the window wondering which ‘slice’ to write about. There is a hummer just sitting on top of the hanger holding the sweet juice looking out at the world from the hilltop.
I have learned that they do not like ants in their food. As soon as those pesky insects discover this nectar, the birds will not light. I’m trying the vaseline on the pole trick which works until the vaseline dries up, but am curious to know if anyone has a miracle remedy.
In the meantime, listen for that ‘hum’. 🙂
I love the song, “Raindrops are Falling on my Head” and I love walking barefoot in the rain. I’ve been singing this song in my head the past couple of days as I watch raindrops run down my window panes, so it was perfect when our art group decided to paint Cinnamon the Art Sherpa’s ‘City Girl in the Rain’. There are things I would do differently should I attempt to repaint this picture, like not dripping paint down the picture at the very end. I think that kind of ruined it, so I attempted a repair job which didn’t turn out so well, but that’s OK.. For this being only my second acrylic painting, I like it, so I’ll keep it for a little bit until I’m ready to paint over it with another painting. So many things occurred today, but this was my favorite slice!
On Mother’s Day morning when I woke up, I stumbled down the hall to the kitchen to get my coffee and did a double take out my back window. There stood two horses munching our grass. I knew immediately, they had gotten out of their fence, but I played it up. I yelled down the hallway to my husband, “Oh-my-gosh! This is the best Mother’s Day present EVER. I can’t believe you did this!” He came down the hall with ‘the best’ perplexed expression on his face wondering what in the world I was talking about. When he looked out the window he smiled and said, “I guess the grass IS greener on our side of the fence!” 🙂
We had no clue who the horses belonged to, but a snapshot posted on Facebook had our rural mail carrier instantly recognizing them. With a quick text to the owner, they were relieved of several hours of worry and searching. These one year old fillies wandered a mile down the road, skipping several other unfenced places, choosing ours to mosey onto. 🙂
Before the owner arrived, I was able to sit out on the deck and enjoy these fillies. My favorite is when one pawed the hose container and stuck her nose in the little basket in search of a tasty treat.
It was a great way to start a day that only got better and better as it flew by.
It’s just 4 walls with a roof on top, but after camping 7 nights in a tent with temperatures dropping below freezing every night, I was grateful for my box. Normally I sleep with the windows open, but some colder air blew down from the north last night, so I closed the windows and was thankful for my solid 4 walls. I didn’t turn on the heater (after all. it IS springtime), so the house dipped down to a nippy 63 degrees overnight, which made crawling out from under my layers of quilts an unpleasant thought. For those first few minutes just waking up from dreamland, I laid there with the sun sneaking through the mini blinds, reminiscing that a week ago, I was snuggled in my sleeping bag in a tent with the temperature 30+ degrees colder, and thinking how ironic that I woke up thinking how thankful I was to be in my house on this cold morning when yesterday my art friends and I did an art journal prompt about the proverb of a woman and her house.