Happy Friday! It’s time for a drink, and an exchange of show and tell. I’ll go first.

This darling creature is the hummingbird that, bless her rapidly palpating heart, decided to build a nest right outside my desk window. Do you see her? Up in the corner? Whenever I feel the office blues welling up inside me, I look no further than this flurry of feathers flitting about.

I imagine the mother hummingbird has ADHD. Just sit still for 5 more minutes—5 more—ooh! A gnat! I commiserate with her. Sunshine is terribly distracting for computer work. And forecasters had predicted even greater distraction today: snow, yes snow, in the Bay area. Although for how that panned out, I refer you to http://isitsnowinginsfyet.com.

Even so I hope my hummingbird friend and her hatchlings bundled up. It was a blustery morning with rain blowing sideways when I ran with a friend early today. As she put it, “We—{insert gale-force wind}earned a glass of wine{insert gasping for breath up steep hill}at 10 a.m. for this!”

I’ll collect my reward now.

Because a photo is worth a poem, or so they almost say, I leave you with this.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers

by Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.