Still Waiting on Wings
A quiet moment of honesty in the in-between season—when the feeders are full, the blooms are ready, but the magic hasn’t arrived yet.
I thought today’s post would be about the first hummingbird of 2025… but they haven’t arrived in my backyard yet.
There are several sightings already reported across Colorado, so they’re definitely migrating through the state—but I’m still here, waiting. I’ve kept my feeders filled and clean, bought early-blooming flowers (and have been hauling them inside at night to protect them from potential frost), watched the sky—still nothing.
And honestly? I’ve been feeling a little burned out.
April always holds so much anticipation for me. It’s personally a hectic lead-up to summer, and I find it hard to stay grounded and present. I just want my yard to already be bursting with color—bees buzzing, hummingbirds darting around, and songbirds singing a full spring melody.
Thankfully, the songbirds have shown up, and they’ve been helping to brighten my days.
I love birds so much, but I still find myself doubting what I know. I can’t always identify their calls or name every species. I thought I knew a lot about plants too, but the more I research and fact-check, the more I realize how much I still have to learn. It’s exciting, yes—but also scary and a little uneasy.
And then I remember: this isn’t about being an expert.
It’s about the joy of trying. The small rituals. The hope. The waiting. The wonder of learning more about the natural world and how to care for it—imperfectly, curiously, lovingly.
If you’re also out there checking your feeder every morning and wondering when the magic will show up—I see you. We’re doing this together.
