Bird, AnimalApril 22, 2008 3:58 pm

I tied a red gauzy ribbon to my hummingbird feeder that has faded to pinky red during two years of lonely waiting. The feeder is hanging from a shepherd’s hook at a safe distance from the rowdy feeding of sparrows and squirrels.

No hummingbird has ever visited us. At least not publicly.

But maybe my timing was off in previous years. According to the “Spring 2008 Migration of Ruby-throated Hummingbirds” map, the time is right for some fast flying visitors.

Cross your fingers that they find my feeder!

Exercise 3:40 pm

“Go! You can see the finish line. Go!”

I struggled to push one foot in front of the other, with Kelly’s words spurring me on.

It was Patriot’s Day in Massachusetts. So you might have thought I was running the Boston Marathon.

But, no, I was in spinning class. Every class is a challenge, even though I ratchet down the tension to make my ride bearable.