Winter Into Spring
Well, we aren’t to April, the cruelest month—if you’ve read the poem by T. S. Eliot*—yet, but even late winter
Read moreWell, we aren’t to April, the cruelest month—if you’ve read the poem by T. S. Eliot*—yet, but even late winter
Read moreNo, he’s not a kitty, nor a commissioned portrait, but because I’ve always shared images of the deer in my
Read moreWe had a very interesting Monday, and full of photos. Mama Deerie visited the back yard several times with her
Read more“Do you happen to have any fresh basil? You seem to be out of it. And I’d appreciate not having
Read moreMimi watches round-eyed through the safety of the deck railing as the three deer slowly browse their way out of
Read moreLast May I looked out my window to see the scene above in my back yard. I think the buck
Read moreThis afternoon while working at my desk downstairs I saw the front porch light, set with a motion sensor, come
Read moreSome people may be laughing very hard right now that I was surprised to find a deer in my back
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