My Visitors

This was the view from my window the other morning-

a mother and her twins feasting on the ruins of my garden after the heavy frost.

At least someone is making use of the garden this fall. 

When I try to work in it, my feet sink into thick, heavy mud....and everything that was above ground seems too mushy to harvest.

BUT....Mr.Weatherman seems to be promising heat for the next few days.

Maybe it will dry up long enough for me to dig up what there is to store for winter.

Meanwhile...these hungry deer are feasting.

They`re beautiful.

I never tire of watching them.

Even when they treat themselves to my mountain ash and apple trees...

(although - at $80/tree it is an expensive viewing!)

I hope they can blend in well over the next couple of months.

(Which leads me to the following letter I`ve been meaning to write.....)

Dear Mr. Hunter:

I just thought I would write and let you know,

that I will be the one wearing the bright red hat while running down the miles of my gravel road.

Molly will be the one in the bright red sweater...riding her horse through the pasture.

My boys hang out in the yard and like to play football and throw sticks to our lazy dog.

Please watch out for us and don`t shoot while we are out.

It`s unnerving.

Thank you.

Sincerely,

Dawn

P.S.

I would say good luck and wish you Happy Hunting this season, but I don`t think I can.

I do so like my garden visitors and don`t mind them hanging around here another year.

(Even if they do eat my expensive trees.)

It wouldn`t hurt my feelings at all if your scope was out of line just a tad....