Hummingbird

I've been thinking about my Granny a lot this evening.  For the first time, I saw a hummingbird outside my window at this house.  He was a handsome little thing, very dark blackish-grey with possibly a red cap.  But, you know...they are pretty hard to see after all, so I'm not too sure.  Regardless, watching it flutter and greet the sweet blue star Lithodora in the front yard, I thought of Granny right away.

There is a a very sweet smell, locked in my memory, of smoldering, steaming heat of August in North Carolina.  Crossing the field to Granny's house where she and I can sit out on her porch swing - watching the birds. 
Rocking back and forth together as bright red cardinals paraded around her feeders.  Talking, not talking, it never matters.  It's just nice to be and be together.  Granny loves hummingbirds.  And, I love Granny.