October 8, 2010
We live in a fairly rural area --- no sidewalks, curbside mailboxes and lots of trees. Deer graze lawns when they are not darting in front of cars, testing our alertness. There is one house at the end of the block where deer congregate on a regular basis; I think they are gossiping about us humans. This time of year animals are known to sneak inside to escape the chill that is building in the air. My husband regularly calls out, “Close the door.” The other morning I came down the back staircase and saw something small frantically darting around the back hallway. The door was ajar, as was the garage door as my husband was doing the morning hunting and gathering of the newspaper. So much for “close the door.”
















