450.10 Oh, good

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. A storm blew in yesterday. Lots of wind, then rain and lightning and wind. The trees frantically held on as they could, but still leaves and branches flew off, covering the yard in storm’s mayhem. Thankfully, the little hummigbird nest still clings like a fragile web in between dangling leaves of two tiny limbs of the sycamore. I think the tree held tightly for this little being.

Oh, Good

Wind, lightning, and rain
stormed through our town; thankfully,
hummingbird survived.

Sheri Edwards 061521 16536521 Poetry/Photography

Post 838 days in a row. Ten [10] days after the first outing after 450 days of staying home. I think we survived our storm, like the little hummingbird.