Slipping Away

There is a bitter sweetness to the hummingbirds leaving our backyard. Seems like we just put the feeders out, worrying we would miss their arrival and they would find a new yard to hang out in. I didn’t see them streaking across the deck today. Just like the closing of the pool this morning, their absence is a sure sign the real summer won’t be back for quite some time now.

“Hummingbird teaches us to transcend time, to recognize that what has happened in the past and what might happen in the future is not nearly as important as what we are experiencing right now. It teaches us to hover in the moment, to appreciate its sweetness.”

Constance Barrett Sohodski

They are such great teachers. I find it most amazing when they take a break to just sit on the perch bellow the handrail on the deck. Whizzing around like Tinker Bell after to many sips of coffee and then suddenly, they become the Eveready Bunny whose battery finally gives out.

The summer is slipping away, a ritual that is necessary for the excitement that builds with the anticipation of its return next year. We are blessed with the seasonal changes in our lives. Moments of melancholy are the doorway to all of the joy we know will return.

“When summer gathers up her robes of glory, and, like a dream glides away.”

Sarah Helen Whitman

What we commit to memory never really leaves us…

“On the shore of nature’s magic, I dreamed summer knew no end.”

Angie Weiland-Crosby

Talk soon…

G