It was a clear afternoon in Virginia, in spite of looming clouds. And the Blue Ridge Mountains called me out on the deck for cooler temps. And there was something entrancing about the light.
I was not alone.
An agile young deer who could have leaped over the pasture fence, simply crawled right through a nice little gap in the rungs.
And another well fed deer looked up at me. “Hello”, I said in my softest deer-like voice, and she simply kept dining on the last green grass of summer.
Two hummingbirds made their fly-by challenges for last minute dips at the feeder. I have heard that hummers need to stock up on nectar for their long flights to winter in Venezuela.
I am never alone in the country.
