As I was getting ready to get out of the car after going to the store this morning I spotted a hummingbird checking out out the flowers near the house. Ended up checking out the fire cracker fuschia. They like fuschia's and gladiolas in our yard. It was one of the larger hummers that lives in the area year round.
And while I was taking pictures a pair of tiny hummers spent a few moments playing tag in the dogwood. One even perched for a few seconds, then took off following the other to the yard across the street. There are chickadees calling back and forth on and off all day this summer. This is new. In the mornings you can hear a woodpecker on the hill once in awhile. A small flight of geese flew overhead on the way from the McKenzie to the Willamette just south of here.
I don't get to church very often. It's a rare thing for me to sense the sacred when I'm inside a building. Standing in the middle of our flowers watching the tiny hummers flit back and forth for a few moments was about as sacred as it gets.