MY NEW NEIGHBOR

I refer to this deer as my neighbor, because he is always around.

I believe he lives in the woods at the edge of our property.

He usually stops by for a drink out of the water pond, either going or coming from wherever he travels.

He moseys around the yard, investigating everything in his path.

He nibbles on some grass, tastes the seed in the bird feeder, then continues on his journey.

Sometimes he brings a few friends, but most of the time he is alone, which is why I think it is a young buck always on the lookout for some fun and games.

He's a nice neighbor, not noisy or complaining, and handsome to boot.

BR-R-R

Okay, who's the wise guy that turned the CHILL machine back on?

Is this really the middle of June?  Maybe I'm looking at the wrong page on the calendar.

Oh well, whatever the month, the grass grew from all the rain last week.

It rained again on Saturday, so I couldn't cut it. Today was the appointed day.

So, out I go to rev up the riding mower. Yikes, it's freezing. I ran back inside for a warm jacket and considered putting on long johns as well.

I mowed the hay for a couple of hours and was so glad to finally finish because I was chilled to the bone.

As I pondered this cold spell I realized that perhaps the grass won't grow as fast, thus no mowing for a longer period of time. Now I'm doing my happy dance.

Next, I surmised it won't snow . . . or will it?  Nah, it wouldn't dare, would it?

I DREW THE SHORT  STRAW

This morning I decided to do my least favorite thing . . . wash the windows in the family room.
It was a beautiful spring morning. The sun was shining, low humidity, and 80'.

Since I drew the short straw, actually I'm the only one to do this job. My husband suddenly had urgent things to take care of . . . yeah, right.

So I got right to the task. After I washed the curtains, I decided to hang them outside to dry in the gentle breeze . . . less wrinkles, since ironing curtains is my second least favorite thing to do, no scratch that, it ties with number one, the windows.

As I was pinning the sheers to the clothesline, I noticed a deer under the maple tree in the back yard. He was all alone and didn't seem to mind my being there, so I asked him why he wasn't home sleeping. He must not have liked the question because he scampered off.

He had been too far away to see if he had antler buds, but since he was alone and looked young, perhaps a year old, I suspect he was a buck looking for some doe.

Later, I noticed Momma Groundhog had her two babies out for a lunch of grass salad.
Suddenly the shadow of a large turkey vulture appeared and Momma scooted off with her babies to safety. I suppose that was their survival lesson of the day.

I saw a young blackbird proudly strutting around, letting his parents know he now was a teenager and could find his own worms, thank you very much.

The bluebirds and their babies were flitting about as school was in session on how to catch their lunch.

The squirrels were doing their thing too. Running up and down the poles to the bird feeders foraging for seed.

God must have known how bored I would be doing the windows, so He sent some of His creatures to keep me company.

Thank you Lord, it was much appreciated.