Things are looking up in the neighborhood. I suppose it is one of the things that is good about having to spend so much time in our homes; we’ve begun nesting so-to-speak (in my case, no baby is one the way). This rise in fixing up our homes only makes sense. If you’re going to spend 90% of your time in one location, you want it to be nice. Am I right?

I’ve been spreading out the costs by doing a little here and there. Painting the exterior, including the awning that covers my newly replaced deck, is next on my list. I reached out to a painter that is part of my yoga community. Rumor has it that he does excellent work.  My painter friend came out to look at my home and give me an estimate (still pending).

The day he came, we noticed a tiny little hummingbird nest has been built on and around the wire of the white lights which hang across the decked area. On that day, the nest was empty still. Momma hummingbird seemed to be in the process of adding the finishing touches to make it just so for her little babies. As any mom might do, she selected the softest most luxurious materials.

In looking at her handiwork, I couldn’t help but smile as I spotting a plentiful amount of fur from my Kobe. Nonetheless, I still think that my black yoga pants have more of this special hair adhering to it on any given day than momma’s nest. Nonetheless, I am happy that my puppy’s constant shedding has a benefit to someone.

Of course, you probably know that hummingbirds have a most special place in my heart. For me, they are symbolic of my, now deceased, stepfather who was known for his constant humming. The tattoo on my right shoulder is in memory of him and I always think of him and smile when I see a hummingbird.

I think it is safe to say that the painting of my home will have to wait until momma hummingbird and her babies have completed the nesting phase of their life and flown away.