Suspended tiny suns, trapped in a stationery orbit, hummingbird feeders glint in the fading afternoon sunlight. Bottle trees aren’t typically my thing. They just…don’t make much sense to me…why do we want to put our drinking habits on display? Not that I’m not proud of my drinking. I’m not ashamed of a good gin martini. But bottle trees? Eh. But vintage glass hummingbird feeders? Those I could see: little sparkling suns dancing in the breeze.