Overcast and breezy. The orange jewelweed below the porch has grown so tall, I can actually see the hummingbird visiting the topmost blossoms now—the green blur of her wings, the dew slicking her bill.
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Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Hummingbirds are always a surprise and source of wonder to me. Not as many, here in the city, but a few every summer having a breakfast of honeysuckle and hyssop.