Tonight Ron and I were sitting on the back deck right before dark. We looked up and saw a most unusually colored deer browsing the tender weeds at the edge of the clearing. She was darker than a normal whitetail and had even darker markings that looked like shadows in the dusk.
Sunny barked, and she kept on grazing. But then I scolded Sunny and told him to stop barking, and she eased back into the woods.
My flowers all died while we were on our last camping trip. I used to love vegetable and flower gardening, but learned that you can’t garden and camp a lot. The two are mutually exclusive activities.
That’s okay. I’ll take the camping. I can feast my eyes on the breathtaking wild gardens we encounter on our travels.
While we were gone, someone around here shot some more dogs. It’s a periodic problem around here. Usually they shoot dogs that roam whose owners won’t keep them home. But this time they shot two fenced dogs.
We are keeping a close eye on Sunny.
I am having camping withdrawals. I can’t wait until we are back on the road again.