This morning while sweeping the porch, garage, walkways and back steps, I was treated to a visit by one of my favorite birds, a hummingbird. He, yes he, flitted from the feeder to the pink bush (I have no idea what this plant is by the way but it’s pretty) that blooms by our man door. For those of you that do not live in the East and have no idea what a “man door“ is, it is actually a garage door. The type of garage door that typically leads from inside the garage into the yard or out to the side of the house, here in the East, that type of door is called a “man door.“
What led to me sweeping the porch, garage, walkways and back steps you might be wondering? Well, Dear Readers, I got sidetracked. Yep, I got sidetracked. I went outside to replenish the birdfeeder that hangs from the lilac bush which the squirrels decimated overnight, stupidly looked down saw the weeds which sprung up in the space of time it took me to fill the birdfeeder, and begin yanking and pulling the weeds. Yanking and pulling the weeds lead to sweeping and swearing. Sweeping and swearing lead to sighing and smiling when the hummingbird flitted about the yard. The little hummingbird was my reward on two levels:
Level One: Hummingbirds just make me sigh and smile.
Level Two: I got to message my husband, Russell, and rub his face in the fact that I have seen yet another hummingbird and he has not seen even one this season. As far as which of the two levels is more rewarding? I have to be honest, it’s a tie!
If you’re wondering what Russell’s response was to my messaging him that I got to see yet another hummingbird flit about the yard and feed, his response was this, “Why don’t they like me?” My tender response to my husband’s message? “How many reasons do you want? You usually like short texts.”
Remember, Dear Readers, there is never any judging here at Mary’s Kitchen! In addition to that, you’ve never met my husband.
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