Thursday, July 31, 2014

I’m Fawning Over You

Walking to the camper this morning I saw a deer off in the distance on the hill we call homestead. There is an old stone foundation over there, the original homestead. We don’t walk over there much anymore as there are heifers grazing. When we first bought the land we’d take picnic lunches there in the summer, in the winter we’d snowshoe across the fields with hot chocolate and cookies. Once we had our house built it seemed we were always too busy for such frivolities.

Later in the afternoon I glanced out the kitchen window and saw a fawn grazing in the hay field. I got the binoculars out – they live on the window sill – and had a good look at it. From its size and spotted coat, it could be one of the ones we saw a month ago. I didn’t see the mother or other fawn though.

My friend Christina came by for a walk and a swing. She and her husband had recently returned from a camping trip that included Samuel de Champlain… the campground that the awning had a fight with last summer on the last night of our trip. They had a much better experience  than we did; apparently the hiking is great.

I suppose it has been good to be home - for one thing, in the morning I can just let the dogs outside without having to get dressed and walking a mile… The dogs are taking the opportunity to sleep and sleep.

Spike’s journal is coming along – I’ve got 4 chapters posted, and many more formatted and embellished with photos. I may be putting a few too many photos in, but it is hard to choose!

Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4

Last year on July 31st we were already in Medicine Hat…

The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. ~William Blake