I feel like St. Francis of Assisi. The hummingbirds hover in my face. A cardinal cheeps at me from the empty feeder; another was peeking in at me from the windowsill of my frameshop, chirping insistently.
I must be spending too much time outside.
I feel like St. Francis of Assisi. The hummingbirds hover in my face. A cardinal cheeps at me from the empty feeder; another was peeking in at me from the windowsill of my frameshop, chirping insistently.
I must be spending too much time outside.