I sit here staring out the window while watching the brisk winds shaking off the crispy autumn colored leaves. A dusting of snow is scattered across the roof tops, and summer is gone. About 6 weeks ago the final hummingbirds left my garden, and now there's only 30 weeks to go. The Rubies haven't even reached their winter destination, or should I say summer for those who live in the southern hemisphere, and I'm in withdrawal already. Seems like a distant memory since the last time I watched hummingbirds squabble over feeders and flowers.
I just wasn't made for winter, and I mean real winter for those who never experience -30 C or colder temperatures where bones can crack like thunderous ice shifts. Now all I have are memories of green grass and colorful flowers when I last sat on the garden bench soaking up those warm gentle summer breezes and having the hummingbirds entertain me. Can't wait for next Sunday. It'll only be 29 to go.
Here is a young Ruby-throat lapping up the nectar from a cluster of Delphinium flowers from early August. N.E. of Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.