We also have deer. They are most visible in the winter, but during this time of year, they wander up the ravine into the yards and even down the street throughout the neighborhood. I find them nibbling and chewing their way happily, their white-tails flashing as we shoo them away. The way our lot is arranged on this big earth is that the back side of our yard is officially in the country, and our front yard is officially in the city. Ah, so technically, hunting could occur in the back yard but not the front. Of course, we wouldn’t shoot deer or anything because we’re not that sort and we live in a pleasant neighborhood, but sometimes the thought crosses my mind especially when the flowers I so carefully tended are chomped down like an insult. So, yes, sometimes a person has to vent!
And now that I have, I will move on to another topic which is much dearer to my heart, one I can accept with joy: America the beautiful. Although half the world seems aflame with violence, hatred, insults, and jeers, this is still a beautiful world. It’s the fourth of July, and our country is celebrating its 247th birthday. In most towns thee are little festivals, community bands, churches, parks, schools, and hotdog stands. Kids still play; theaters stage performances, and my husband plays his cornet. In the mornings he stands by the back door and plays “Reveille” and in the evening, he plays “Taps.” The deer look up and watch and listen. What can I say? What can I do? The answer is to plant marigolds! Deer don’t seem to like marigolds.