My goal for the week was to mow the paintbrush, which is definitely flagging from its prime beauty. (Reminds me of someone else who happens to be typing). Wouldn’t you know it? The little hummingbird is out there on the least colorful blooms, the ones I was planning to demolish this morning. I haven’t seen him for quite awhile. His name is “Hope.”
So, I’m not giving up. As it gets drier and hotter my new mission is to keep the fading colors going until the end of August when the little hummers should move on. Trust me – it’s difficult to look at that weedy mess every morning. But if that little guy keeps visiting it will be worth it.
I missed you little ray of hope. See you tomorrow!