Infinity In the midst of winter, I start dreaming about spring. It's the time for renewal, new starts, new colors, new choices. I always look forward to the flowers blooming and the warm sunshine blowing around in the spring winds. Another thing I look forward to is the return of the hummingbirds. My Grandma, from the time I can remember, always had a hummingbird feeder up at her place in the mountains. I remember as a child being mesmerized by them and by my Grandmother's care for them. They were like little tiny dancers. My Grandma is gone now and I miss her so much. We had a special bond and she was the one I could turn to with any of my secrets without fear of judgement or rejection. She worried about me, cried with me, celebrated with me, and loved me unconditionally. I wish we would have had more time together. Whenever the hummingbirds come back around, I think of her. These teeny, little birds have so muc...