Goodbye My Deer

Among the many goodbyes in preparation for moving is realizing I won't be seeing my beloved neighborhood deer anymore.

I'm in kind of a small minority of people who think there is plenty for all the creatures to eat, and that it's not too much trouble to fence in our gardens for those plants we wish to keep for ourselves.

The deer know me by voice, I call out to them and make a laid back ear-shaped gesture with my hand. This seems to reassure them, as they make the same motion with their real ears, and followup by flipping their tails to show the other deer that all is well.

Certain of them will walk towards me if I am very still and speak softly to them.

One of the sweetest compliments I ever got was from a friend who said I was like the princess in the movies where all the forest animals gathered round to hear her sing.

So it pulls at my heart to leave these lovely deer, my pets really now that dogs and rabbits [never mixed] are out of the picture. Some other interesting creatures have grown up and moved on too, tho I hope to see my children again soon.

Thinking about my deer got me all the way to the house before I realized the mail I was carrying would be the last. All mail starting tomorrow will go to my new place in California.

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photo by carplips

Ozma of Oz

marksb---"egregious, I sang my daughter to sleep last night, for the first time in maybe seven weeks. My throat finally let me hit the notes, though the high ones still hurt. Anyway, as she settled into sleep and I capped off Donovan's 'Song Of The Naturalist's Wife' I found a few tears on my face. Music not only heals, it is a wonderful measure of our healing."

I dissolve in tears for the happiness of your being able to sing for her. So grateful for the small things!

When my oldest daughter was little I would read to her from various Oz books [clearly Ozma of Oz, where she is the beneficent ruler, was our favorite...plus the whole emerald thing, favorite color green. but i digress] would read to her but would have to stop in the middle of reading a sentence to take another breath, my asthma was at that level.

I am so grateful that I was able to read to her and that now I can breathe properly. Yay meds.