Hummingbirds build their nests under the ferns; little cups of lichen, feathers, and moss. They cannot walk, but they can hover in the air. They can fly forward and fly back, and when they move into the light, their frail bodies shine with iridescence. Watching them in the garden, my own voice startles me saying, look, there's my heart.
Renaissance.
These girls are a big part of my heart, and as busy as we are, these are the moments that continue to make my year, my life, and every little thing in-between make sense.
[Bloodbuzz Ohio- The National]
:)
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