I don’t know what the weather is like in your neck of the woods, but in Charlotte, mornings have that cool and crisp feel and we are only one day into autumn. I’ve always enjoyed the change of seasons, although I’m not a fan of the long and cold winter months.
For me, the arrival of autumn means, cooking soups (and stew) in my Crock-Pot, watching football with my favorite guy and moving into my toasty writing nook that is too hot in the summer months due to the direct sunlight. All of these things get me excited but one thing about the arrival of autumn makes me sad, the departure of our hummingbirds. Most hummingbirds in the United States will migrate south in early autumn to spend the winter in Northern Mexico or Central America. They are capable of flying up to speeds at 34mph and are the only group of birds with the ability to fly backwards.
Our love for hummingbirds began several years ago. At the time, we had no idea of the amount of pleasure these tiny creatures could bring by simply providing them with a continuous supply of nectar. Hummingbirds are among the smallest of birds, ranging from 3-5 inches. They are always hours away from starving to death. To compensate, they have the ability to store enough energy to survive overnight.
As we enter into a new season and we say goodbye to our tiny friends, I feel I’m entering into a new season with my writing. As I’ve written in previous posts, starting this blog is completely out of my comfort zone, but just like the change of seasons, you never know what a new day will bring.