If the only reason to visit my friend in New Hampshire had been to see her hummingbirds then I could have turned around and gone home after the first day. The hummingbirds put on quite a show that day, visiting the feeder which was just outside the kitchen window. They were so tiny, seemingly smaller than the ones in my Florida backyard. And to see them from just 5 or 6 feet away, as opposed to across my backyard even though the yard isn’t all that deep, was amazing. But the reconnection to an old friend who is more like family was the real reason for the visit. The hummingbirds were a bonus.
We did go out and visit quite a few places, and spent time with both of my friend’s daughters who treated us royally. And we signed up for watercolor classes so we had fun playing with our new paints, etc. But mostly we talked, and talked, and talked some more. It seems as if we picked up the conversation from the day before, even if we hadn’t been together since February, and the visit is too short no matter how long it is. Visiting a friend from your earliest days is always like going home again. It makes me happy.
A Snowbird's Life Through the Lens 