As time goes by..........

Where did it go? It went so fast.

How did my eldest grandchild go from this...

to this...

in a blink of an eye!

Let's Go Fly A Kite...

And send it soaring...

Up to the atmosphere...

The first warm days this spring...

...and I had fun watching one of my granddaughters learning to ride her bike

While her older brother enjoyed riding circles around us....

Christmas Tree - Green

One of the fun things we do on Hummingbird Hill is the tradition of buying a real Christmas Tree. We purchase a tree that is dug rather than cut, and has a great big rootball so we can plant it. The one problem is that the tree can not be allowed to dry out. We decorate the tree and leave it outside in front of the large window, rather inside the house.

Each one of our grandchildren get a tree that is "theirs". Of course lately, we have had more grandchildren than Christmases. Some just have to wait in line.

Donovan's tree is the largest (of course), and was already at HH. It is the one that gets decorated each year.



This is Donovan and group decorating his tree.










Iain's tree was also already at HH, and it gets decorated a little (more each year). Here is Iain and his tree.













Lina's Tree

Rory's Tree

Audra's

Alesandra's and Ella's (we had to move to the other side of the driveway).

This year was Dexter's. This is Dexter (with a friend) picking out his tree:

& this is his tree:

This is the first group of trees:

Next year is Gabby's and 2010 belongs to the unknown Baby Murray.

Aren't we blessed?

Other wild visitors to Hummingbird Hill...

We had a group of "Wild Indians" whooping it up at Hummingbird Hill!

Sorry Ben Franklin...

...I usually agree with Ole Ben, he is a most interesting character, but I am glad he was not influential over the choice of bird for America's symbol.

He wrote in a letter to his daughter "...Turkey is in Comparison a much more respectable Bird, and withal a true original Native of America . . . He is besides, though a little vain & silly, a Bird of Courage, and would not hesitate to attack a Grenadier of the British Guards who should presume to invade his Farm Yard with a red Coat on."

He was quite uncomplimentary about the Bald Eagle. How could he question the grandeur of the Eagle?

Look who came visiting our Hummingbird Hill...