Humming birds.
Sure, the wonders of spring cheer many of us up. I have been experiencing my first real serious (not yet delirious) existential variety of clinical depression. No Azores this year, so far. Lock down and the excuse of sloth, put on a few Kg's. Too much choice in life. The vagaries of my kids' lives. And so on. Then C-19, to really put a little frosting on it all.I used to wonder what such blues really were, and even doubted the validity of such, as I sent my charges on to electro convulsive treatments, after many things were tried, and failed. Including when, even drug combinations, weren't nearly enough. The sort of folks who can't be left out of sight for even a day or two, noose and pistols ever at the ready. This is the land of the free and brave, after all.
But it's a gift to really know in the flesh, that treetop depression exists, and more importantly, how it suits one. And my hottie doctor psychologist, of nearly two decades, now wants to use Zoom. I hate Zoom. So it's of to the apothecary. When things work, they usually continue to do so.
But my ex next door called excitedly to say she saw the first pair of these incredible penny weight critters. Off to the store to buy a colorful feeder, self mixing of "nectar", cheap gnome that I am, and it's now up among the other feeders, visible through the bay window, fascinating both Bravo and meself.
Instant lifting of mood. Even the fruit and berry blossoms, planting the garden, watching Bravo fearlessly chase the chimp monks, and fast paced walking weren't enough. But those little birds, arriving on the wing from some 7,000 KM away, to the same spot, easily fending of birds many times their size, in full helo form---now THAT is the rub.
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BTW, did you know that Hummers also eat Mosquitoes?
I know exactly what you are talking about, I felt it too. I didn't want to tell the doctor cause it's hard telling what he'd put me on. I knew everyone in the family was ok..still didn't help.
Then I spent the afternoon watching my new neighbor totally changing his front yard.
This house was home to a couple until they were almost 90. Then my sweet neighbors went to the nursing home and their son sold the house to a young guy, who apparently does not want to mow grass or rake leaves. He cut all the trees down and the two in the front yard he left about 3 feet of trunk and put big beautiful plants on top.
Then he put some kind of covering over all the grass and put a small fence around the bottom to hold in lots and lots of white rock. Then he brought all these beautiful flowering plants and set them every where. The guy must be a landscape artist, it is beautiful.
When the sun went down my depression was gone and I spent an hour texting my granddaughter telling her how she could cut down on her grass mowing....lol