Anna’a Winter Watch
I live at a very enchanted place called Hummingbird Hollow. There are four different species of Hummingbirds that reside here the Allen’s, Anna’s, Rufus, and the littlest of all the Calliope’s. There are hundreds of the little fellas here during the season. There is lots of chuppity-chup, chip-chee-chee, and chip-see-see notes, which fill the air and is quite calming to me….
The winter of 2007 we had a storm drop over 11″ of snow in less than a day. We have Anna Hummingbirds that winter over with us each year. On this day, they took turns watching over their only source of nectar. The name of this picture I did in watercolor from the photo I took that day is called “Anna’s Winter Watch.” Their tenacity and persistence helped to sustain them during this inhospitable time. The snow and extreme weather did not detour their lively personality. With some of the Anna’s staying the winter, we have their entertainment year round. With hundreds that call our home their home during the season, we have called our place “Hummingbird Hollow.” ….
“Hummingbird darts lightly through the world, spreading its message of joy and beauty, and teaching us to appreciate the wonder and magic of everyday existence. Hummingbird brings the gift of joy. Learn to laugh and be happy”…Author Unknown
Anna’s Winter Watch
© 2008 ….RaeDi
The snow flakes kept descending, hours never-ending.
Their size expanding between interludes of flurries and
a sightless whiteout.
In a short minute of time, the limbs of the apple tree are
leaden, heavy with snow.
The intense brightness of the snow makes it appear blinding
and reflecting a brilliant glow.
The Anna’s sits a top the trellis , its mind only aware of
keeping watch over their nectar.
Their only source of fuel for their endurance of this
Those few who choose to winter over, take staid, each
their turn of this winter’s watch;
As with the snow they too will go on doing, safe keeping
of their nectar they will persevere nonstop.
I have learned over the years, that from one day to the next I do not know what I will be thinking about or if I will put words to paper. I am not sure what triggers my writing or its style. In the poem, “The Littlest of Nests” I was just going to lay in the hammock for the afternoon and read a little, close my eyes for a few and maybe even do some sketching. However, I had not been in the hammock long when I heard the notes of the Calliope Hummingbird. When I found her and the littlest of nests tucked between two branches, with two little ones, the words just came to me. The words were there when I woke up in the middle of the night and saw, “The First Snowfall of the Season.” “Full Circle” came about when I finally knew what going full circle meant. Whether it is poems, light stories or even events in my life, it seems with age comes putting my words to paper. My writings are maturing as is my art and photography. I would rather do anyone of these three things and/or traveling more than anything else in the lifetime I have left, it makes me complete. I find with age, there are so many things that do not need to be done or that can wait, so many things that I use to “have” to do can be put on the back burner while I do the things that make my soul/spirit grow. I like the feeling I get from doing my words, art, and photos. I still love gardening, gourmet cooking and such. Nevertheless, I would rather be out in nature taking pictures and letting my mind wander. It is these times when the words are just there and I put them to paper. For the most part, it is a way of letting my children, and future grand children know who I am, and who I was, the words, photos, and art are there for them to see and know what made me me. I now wish that I had started this many years ago. I hope that each one of my future family ~ as they read my words, look at my pictures and my art ~ they will see my spirit and my love of life, all of nature, people, anything and all of everything that surrounded me. My love of my spiritual base it is the true me; it is what makes me whole. When I am with His creations, looking at His skies day or night, seeing and hearing His timing in the ocean waves, too His rivers, mountains and deserts they all feed my soul make me feel so alive. All His seasons, it amazes me all the colors He uses ~ every color from all spectrums’, in every direction that I look. I am where I want to be. The notes He made for us to hear. The wonderful senses He created for our pleasure and the amazing tastes from every corner of this earth ~ each a culinary experience. I have learned over the years, that from one day to the next be able to feel all the textures from sand of the ocean or desert to the petals of a rose and all that are in between, I wonder will I get to experience it all before I take leave of this life, I hope so….RaeDi