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AS PHOTOGRAPHS NEED WORDS, WORDS NEED IMAGES

I’m enchanted and fascinated by the many visual trips I have taken since joining wordpress less than a year ago. I’m grateful to all of you “fellow pressers” for sharing with us your wonderful photographs which have allowed me to “know” places I would never have otherwise known. 

About an hour ago, any one of you people with cameras would have given anything to be where I was, if only for a minute or two. It was an unforgettable moment in time.

Let me try to decribe the miracle that nature brought me. I was sitting just inches inside my picture window (6×6 feet of panelled glass) that opens into my enclosed backyard. I was aware that a larger than usual apple had fallen from my nearly exhausted old apple tree.

It was like a prayer being answered when I looked out to meet the eyes of a full-blown, black-tailed buck deer walking straight towards me … and towards the fallen apple (in all honesty).

He cautiously moved forward. I sat motionless, waiting, breathless, observing the details of his powerful, perfect body. Everything about him excelled above all the other deer I have provided apples over the many years I’ve lived here.

The prize apple was not more than four feet from the glass of my window. And, yes, that apple was his goal.

They are rather dainty, you know, deer. His slender legs were not as wide at the ankle as his eyes were wide. Yet he had a heavy coat of hair and was muscular from the legs up. 

It takes deer awhile and several chomps to consume even a small apple. When particles fall back to the ground, they seem to know that and will always go back and retrieve them. And deer chew their food far better than we do, over and over and over again they chew before they swallow.

This evening my guest must have been especially hungry as he was not satisfied with the big apple. He made a big circumbulation around the central garden area and then decided to see if any apples had fallen into that central area itself. It is enclosed on three sides by a narrow walkway, shaped like a huge  letter A. There is a good-sized holly bush, next to a large fern and an ancient fuschia. All around that are what I believe are day lillies, a very hardy species, and, nearest to my picture window, a wonderful bird bath that David and Donnie found for me.

My magnificent buck gently seached every inch of that flower bed. He got lucky a few times, didn’t do too much damage to the plants and posed for a thousand pictures you would die for.

In 84 years I have never seen such a beautiful sight. I swear to you. I so wish you had been here to live this with me.

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We pray for rain, and as soon as it starts, we complain that it’s raining. That’s so American. We have so much already that we have to look far and wide for something more to pray for or to “image” as the New Agers would put it.

But lack of rain can be a real concern out here on the western rim of the U.S., and only falling rain can make that different. Beyond changing moods and outlooks, rain makes for crops, for the salmon run, for Mother Nature to unfold her magic in developing and sustaining life.

This wonderful, soft, soaking rain we’re having right now has arrived earlier in the fall than usual. It has never been more needed. We’ve had two dry winters in a row, wells were running dry, soils tests could not be completed. The requirement to complete a soils test is that the soil has to be checked over a period of time. They need 20 inches of rain fall, followed by three, one-inch events. That did not happen last year in northern California.

I’ve never lived anywhere where growing things are happier or more persistent than here. You cannot tell by driving our roads or highways that there has been a rain shortage at all. What is evident is an abundance of “foreign” plants that have been brought in here, things like Sudan grass, gorse, and Scotch broom, all of which are quite a problem. But mostly there are blackberries. I don’t know who’s responsible for starting these blackberries.

Apparently you can’t actually get rid of them. They are everywhere, most of them huge, but not at all healthy, scrawny leaves, mean to the touch, sour fruit. Why can’t deer eat blackberries instead of roses?

Anyhow, I just want to thank everybody who prayed for rain. It’s beautiful.

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