Oh Deer

Dear Mom,

Okay, so I wrote this in August and now the weather is cooler...

The weather has been crazy hot here. I’m glad we have a water feature in our backyard. I spied this deer actually in the upper portion of the pond chewing on the leaves of the daisies I had plucked about a month ago for you. I was glad the deer found some relief.

The other day I posed a question (to God) regarding a difficulty I was having. I needed confirmation and I asked for a sign to my question. Since there are days I see deer and days that I don’t, I stated that if I see a deer, the answer is yes. If I don’t, then the answer is no. And it would have to happen on that day only. (Sometimes I’m a little dense and having clear answers work for me.)

No sooner had I posed my question, I got up to get something and I viewed a brown spot in my peripheral vision. I wondered what had died in the garden. But here’s what I saw.

I laughed and grabbed my camera. I’m not sure if it was the same deer that I had seen the week prior in the water, but it sure had a nice time munching on my lilac bush. I had a nice time getting confirmation on my question.

The Flower of the Week - Ms. Daisy

Dear Mom,

This is for you and all my friends, family, fellow bloggers and blogger followers—daisies from my garden.

Flower arranger I am not, but they’re still pretty darn cute. Ole Smeagol had to get in the picture.

After some of the daisies wilted, I rearranged and here they are again.

Here's some shots in their natural environment in my backyard.

Any daisy stories comes to mind? When you were a kid, did you pluck the petals one by one saying, “he loves, he loves me not,” to be surprised at the end with disappointment or joy? Do they remind you of summer rain? Or grandma’s house?