I awoke this morning after dreaming of pink hummingbirds in snow outside our deck window–dozens upon dozens of them flitting in tropical beauty against our windowpane. The snow fell softly between their swiftly beating wings.
The impossibility of it took my dreaming breath away and my heart swelled. They were not cold, frozen, dying. Their pink flower-like bodies shimmered in snow, alive, joyful!
In the dream I reached to get the camera to show you that miracles exist.
P.S. A quick Google check found these blogs about Hummingbirds in Snow (These folks didn’t have to dream about them):
** I think all of our Upper Peninsula hummingbirds are really some place far, far, far south. Say, like, Nicaragua? **grin**