I get so excited when our busy little hummingbird friends come back for a visit. I wasn’t sure if they would return this year, but they have finally arrived and now I can sit back and enjoy them. It reminds me of this passage from Ruby Among Us.
“I looked over at Kitty, who was staring up at the hummingbird feeder. A jeweled green bird had appeared, flitting around us like a bumblebee. I wondered if it noticed that Ruby was gone, if it had watched the whole thing, witnessing how slow I had been that day. I balanced my teacup on my knees and watched the hummingbird dart around us. It paused near my shoulder, its wings buzzing, as if studying the splashes of color on my dress. Was he accusing me? I glanced at Kitty again, but she said nothing, as if it was an expected thing to have a hummingbird fly right up to me on the day of my Ruby’s funeral.” —from Ruby Among Us, by Tina Ann Forkner
This scene from my novel was actually inspired by all the times I watched hummingbirds with my own grandma. Her name was Carrie and she loved hummingbirds. She taught her grandchildren to love them too. Just recently some of us granddaughters shared how hummingbirds still remind us of watching them with her.