A humming bird visited my Rose of Sharon this morning, taking delicate sips from the delicate roses. Such a sighting is rare in my yard--I don't put up feeders with colored sugar water. I did once and had no takers. So I am doubly glad I planted the Rose of Sharon, glad for the flowers, a treat for my eyes, glad for their color, their nectar, to bring the humming bird.
Of course, I'll watch for him now and hope, though I may never see him again. But I might.
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