The first hummingbird.
Finally. The Eastern Bluebirds have left the nesting box. A wren has made a home in my hanging fucshia basket by the front door. I've seen a Monarch already and two Tiger Swallowtails. I was starting to wonder if the hummers had gotten the message about my blooms.
I was taking the roll out canister to the street for pickup tomorrow. I was again admiring the red hot pokers and thinking, you know, they should be here any day now. A green blur shot right past me and stopped to sip from the pokers. I was less than 4 feet away. And no camera. He went on to drink from the larkspur and buzzed the perennial bed a few times before flying off. He'll be back.