At this morning’s 4:00 a.m. feeding (sadly, cats not babies), I was gazing out the back door at all the beautiful snow and thinking how a deer would just complete the scene perfectly.
Now, I’ve never seen deer in our back yard. Down the street, yes. But never in our yard or anywhere close by.
Not 10 seconds later, I spotted a large object moving out of my line of sight.
A dog? That blasted demon dog of the neighbor’s?
Nope. A deer!
I scrambled to the side window and saw a small doe walk by and then the big doe who had caught my eye. She was framed perfectly in the wreath on the window. I looked at her; she looked at me. Then both deer darted away.
Really, it was so cool and a little ask-and-ye-shall-receive eerie. It made me glad I hadn’t been thinking….“Hmmmm, perfect scene for Sasquatch to appear.” and sorry I hadn’t thought …“Ohhhh, a gold coin tree glistening in the snow…”
But it was still magical. Especially since the constant stop-n-go snow over the past few days has every object in the garden wearing a puffy white Russian hat.
Like this planter.
A 7½” puffy white Russian hat.
And this Christmas topiary.
And the usually flat flying-saucer landscape lights.
And the birdfeeders. Seen here through the very wreath-framed window, that outlined the doe, who would have made a lovely photo, had I had the camera, and the light, to take her picture at 4:00 a.m., whilst feeding those blasted cats.
Winter came down to our home one night
Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again.
~ Bill Morgan, Jr.
Writing by Ear 