It was Spring for an Afternoon . . .
And now it’s cold and cloudy again. If you’ve wondered where I’ve been, I’ve been not blogging! I have actually been enjoying the ridiculously beautiful weather we’ve been having over the past couple of days. I spent the past couple of days painting backdrops for my product photos and then photographing them, plus playing with doggies, ironing some bias tape. Good stuff. I set up shop in the garden at a table, right near the orange tree that I mentioned before. It was absurdly wonderful to sit and work, listening to all my favorite music, feeling a warm breeze on my face, and catching whiffs of orange blossoms. I thought it couldn’t get any better. Until . . . no joke, it did. I was sitting there, painting, listening to The Littlest Birds by The Be Good Tanyas, when I heard this quick fluttering sound, like a beetle flying by me. I turned to look, expecting to see a beetle. It wasn’t a beetle. It was a hummingbird, about two feet from me, hovering and staring at me. The little hummingbird just floated around me, checking me out for a while, and then it moved on and just kind of looked at the plants and then it went away. I know it wasn’t looking for food because it’s been hanging around the orange blossoms for the past couple of days. I made a new friend. Alas, I didn’t get a picture of the hummingbird, but here’s a decent substitute.
