Me thinks I'm dead . . . or mostly dead! This cabin
that has been the life of me, is most certainly going
to be the death of me! Yesterday, I raked the yard
and hauled leaves. We spread brown bark in the
walkways, arranged picnic tables and chairs. My
man even installed solar lights along the entry path.
We wanted to end the day sitting on the porch and
watch the new lights come on, but we were too tired
to move. We sat under a tree and just chuckled, o.k.
cursed, about aging! When finally we got up and sat
down in the porch, we only stayed five minutes . . .
go figure! Slept like the living dead, though!
I think the impetus for the day was waling out in the
morning and seeing a doe right in front of me. We
have lots of wildlife, so I never thought for a minute
she would stay. Rather than flee, she took a step
forward and gave me a good look-see. Then another
step, and another. I whisper-shouted to Russel to
come and see. He crept into the kitchen and put some
raw oatmeal on a plate. She didn't eat it out of his
hand, but when he put the plate down, she ravished
it. We're going to watch out for her today; she's rather
a gift of the gods, if you will. Happy Mabon!
living in the woods
different kind of heaven
just bring me my harp
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