This morning I noticed a hummingbird in the clover that I allow to grow in my backyard. Good thing my yard’s weed-friendly, this poor hummingbird was flying madly about to make a breakfast of the tiny flowers.
Visiting the Midwest last week, I took my winter coat but forgot my boots. It didn’t matter. My destination had only a smattering of old snow lingering in the shadows. The weather was wonderful, if you like sunny winter days in the 40s.
Most people do. A warm winter’s easier. It takes less time to get the frost off the windshield in the morning. The wind doesn’t seize your bare neck in a death grip when you step outside. The risk of falling on icy sidewalks evaporates and you’re less likely to skid into another car on your way to the Pancake House.
And yet, it’s not right.