Sitting on the porch one glorious summer day, I was startled by a loud, whirring noise behind me. Sophie leapt out of her chair and dashed to one side of the porch, her doggie senses all alert to the source of that noise. But neither one of us could see anything, so back we went – I to my writing, Sophie to her nap.
And then it happened again…and again, we were mystified.
The third time, we were ready. The mystery turned out to be a hummingbird, drawn to the bright red scarlet geranium on the porch table. Our presence, and all our loud and startled antics, must have scared it away. I’d never seen a humming bird that close up before, but once I was aware of its existence in our garden, I knew that I needed to be ready for return engagements.
Bee Balm in the garden was one way to attract visitors, and it did…a daily flock of hummingbirds arrived to partake of its nectar, but it was too far away for me to see the action.
So, I purchased something just for these tiny guests, in their favorite color, red, and waited…and waited:
This time, we were ready. This time we were still. And this time we were rewarded:
Even when I thought I couldn’t see our new friends, I knew they had arrived…they were there:
“The quieter you become, the more you are able to hear.” Rumi
Isn’t that the truth?