|Let's see, would this be considered red-faced or red-handed? I think both!|
I am very blessed to live in a beautiful, quiet, rural setting in the rolling hills of southern Pennsylvania, and I pray I will have the opportunity to stay here for many years, in the home that Buck and I planned and built together. We worked so hard to get here! The first time we surveyed our little piece of heaven from the center dormer of our unfinished second floor, I got emotional as I shared my thoughts with Buck. I told him that as we started our home-building journey, I had a mental picture in my mind of what our dream home might be like, and this wasn't it. Buck had a visible question mark on his face, waiting to hear what I was going to say next. As I looked at the landscape that lay before us, I was overwhelmed by the wondrous gift from God that we had been given! Truly, this was not the home I had envisioned; it was so much more than I ever dreamed we would have to enjoy! The Lord and Buck provided for me so well!
|Home Sweet Comforting Home!|
Although I dearly love my home and it brings me great comfort just being here, the location has introduced some challenges, being in close proximity to surrounding farmland. Being a country girl, I am always glad to see the native wildlife (except for groundhogs, of course). Last weekend, while at my computer, I saw seven foxes from my living room window. And although I haven't seen them yet, my neighbors have informed me that there is a population of skunks in our area as well. In the end of November, I discovered another destructive presence that I was not at all happy about.
|So much for sentimental value! All that remains of my beloved tree.|
One day, I noticed that I couldn't see one of the trees from my kitchen window. Upon checking on my dearly loved tree, I was shocked to see that nearly all the branches were broken and only the treetop was still in tact. My first thought was: "Wow, I didn't know that freak snowstorm we had in October would do that kind of damage to a young tree!" I was heartbroken, as that tree had great sentimental value to me, but I grieved and moved on.
|Big bald spot! I wonder if this one will survive.|
That evening, after dark, the thought came to me that I should look outside. I thought I might catch a glimpse of the buck, if he was busy polishing his rack and trashing my tree again. I was not prepared for what I found instead. Just as cozy as could be, were three does bedded down in my lush, green lawn. Up until that moment, I had always welcomed any deer sightings, but now, my attitude had changed and I perceived them as trespassers! Their boyfriend was responsible for killing my tree and I wasn't about to put out the welcome mat. I know they were enjoying the tall, tasty grass since I had not cut it in several weeks and planned to leave it alone till spring. What a cushy, comfortable bedroom they had found! Jackpot! Wildlife Spa! They could rest and eat at the same time.
Now, I was on a mission to discourage their return. Come daylight, I did the only thing I could think to do. It seemed really weird to be mowing the lawn on December 1st, but I had to do something to make my environment less appealing! Then rifle season started in Pa. and my house-guests were smart enough to vacate the premises and stay hidden until last night, when I saw them in a neighbors field.
Having thought about it, I decided that I needed an attitude adjustment and concluded that I am the trespasser here, since the deer were here before we changed the landscape. I will just have to figure out how to protect any future plantings. I found fresh deer tracks in my resting, manure-covered garden today, so, I suppose I will need to learn how to build fences in the spring. Such is life in the country.