Dear Hummingbirds ...
because you aren't coming around, I've moved your feeder to a new spot.
Maybe this new spot will attract you.
There are more branches for you to sit on.
There's more shade.
There are more flowers around.
If you don't start visiting soon .... I will have no choice but to remove the feeder.
That will make me sad.
Dear Finch ...
I was in the store the other day and this Finch feeder
caught my eye.
I've seen many finches flying around the neighborhood.
So I thought ... why not?
If I can't get the hummingbirds to visit
then maybe the finches will come and pose for me.
Dear Summer ...
....I can't take it anymore.
You're killing me with humidity.
The a/c is running 24/7.
It is wreaking havoc with my sinuses.
I am an open doors and windows kind of girl.
Being closed up is bringing me down.
I've tried sitting by the pool .... it's even too hot for that!!!!
I am really trying not to complain too much
because I know that in about 5 months
I will be piss, whining and moaning
about the snow!!!
Let's not even go there!!!!
could you ease up on the 3 H's.
...remember these days?
Seems like eons ago.
Your health was better then and you just loved our boat.
We had to give up some of these little pleasures in life because of your health problems.
I miss the way you loved heading to Pt. Judith every Thursday night
and staying until Sunday night.
I miss the way the stress just washed away from your face for the entire weekend.
It was frustrating this week when you had your quarterly visit with the cardiologist
and there were no answers to our questions.
It was frustrating to see the disappointment in your face
when you mentioned a new procedure that you had read up on
and he said it wouldn't work for you.
He said their goal was to try to make your quality of life a priority.
It hurt on the ride home when we reviewed what the doctor said
and then we were both quiet
and then you said
I wish I could give you your health back ....
even if just for one day ....
and get you back on that boat ....
and watch the stress melt away from your face ...
just one more time.
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