Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
I’m in the mountains for a few weeks as an adventure. Though not an Outdoorsy person by nature, I do enjoy sitting on the porch to read. On my neighbor’s flagpole, the fasteners sing like a wind chime. The breeze catches Old Glory in the breeze and I delight in the peace.
After a particularly great line in the novel I’m reading, I glance to the grass in front of me. There in the yard is a mother with four little accompanying deer. I remember that a Doe is a deer, a female deer–so it’s inevitable that now I’ll have “The Sound of Music” stuck in my head. Nonetheless, it is a day to count one’s blessings.
I watch the deer nibble at the grass, quite close to this stranger reading a Hungarian novel on a wicker chair. While I observe them openly, they are more polite, stealing glances at me when drawing near, carrying on without yielding to my stare. It is their day at the park and I just happen to be enjoying it nearby.
–In the Mountains
oh wow Bambi AND mom at that 🙂
How lovely is that 🙂
Oh how cute
The hills are alive with the sound of music (imagine in crooning form, if you dare :-))
I really like your title, like a message to yourself, to be aware of everything around you. As I have said in the past, you have a gift for imagery with your words. I could hear the fasteners gently clanging, the flag flapping in the breeze. Heck, I could hear the wicker rocking chair gently nudging back and forth, even though you didn’t put those words in there. You paint such a beautiful scene, Paige.
I hope you enjoyed your day in the park, and thanks for the tune that is now stuck in my head 😉
And now The Sound of Music songs are stuck in my head, too. 🙂
Oh, sorry, not sorry! 😀 Songs from “The Sound of Music,” and “Oklahoma,” are in my head pretty much year round. Lol. Ah, childhood records.
I’ve seen a few mama deer with twins, but never seen one with four bambis in tow. Maybe she inherited some from another doe? How lovely to watch them up close (as long as they are not nibbling on the flowers).
There aren’t many flowers up here, but a bit of grass and some bushes. No one minds the nibbling, since they are so sweet! 🙂 I understand these deer consider this lot their backyard. Maybe she was a foster Mama.
Have a great week–