July 29, 2011
Reading and swinging on our front porch swing were favorite past-time experiences for me growing up. Having a trumpet vine near the swing always brought bees, which I watched until they got too close. I remember one evening when I was swinging, I heard this strange noise. Looking up, I saw one of the littlest birds ever! I don’t even know if I knew it was a hummingbird, but I did know it was shiny bright green, had the reddest chin, and it could fly really fast! They kept coming back every evening, going to all the trumpets. Flying up, down, sideways, it was like a little helicopter. What good memories those were.