Yesterday a hummingbird flew up to me and my baby in the garden by the tall poppies and the fuchsia bush. It was magical; the hummingbird hovered a few feet in front of us and we all remained suspended in each others presence for a long moment before it zoomed on. Perhaps the hummingbird recognized us; we sit nursing at the window by the feeder and wander the garden not infrequently. This baby is charmed by the wind as it breathes through the poplars, as am I. In my animal medicine book hummingbirds signify joy and I truly am noticing more and more of that around every day with this little person in my world and the beautiful place we call home.
I reflected on my developed aversion to hot weather, as mentioned yesterday, and have come to realize that I personally can still handle the heat (albeit ideally with a large body of cool water to swim in), but am protectively anxious about my heat-intolerant pet rabbits, my thirsty garden, and now my infant baby as well. Thank goodness for sprinklers, blinds, heat pumps and cool nights; I think we'll get through this.