Where Has Your Nose Been? :: August 23rd, 2002 ::

My books for August. I have been reading, no matter what the lack of activity on that page might suggest.

Many times a day, a hummingbird visits the flowers just outside the sliding door. I can hear her buzzing wings, which sound like a wasp’s, only with a lower tone. She chirps sometimes. The hummingbird is one of the great things about this place, and I want to remember it for times when there are fewer hummingbirds in my life.