Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. We love that this year the daffodils came back. The walk through Cole Park in spring is lovely, made more so with the daffodils blooming, which the mule deer do not eat. Too bad daffodils don’t bloom all year long because our gardens are harvested by those mule deer.
We’ve ordered more plants to try again this year. Scott is imagining and inventing a way to net over them so we don’t loose them all again to the deer. We’d love to have a prettier yard. We love the deer and quail— not so much the raccoons and turkeys, although they too have a place in our little corner of the world.
And so a poem.
Poetry
Flowers in the Park
Mule deer harvest our
Sheri Edwards
gardens; thank goodness for the
daffodils deer skip.
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Poetry/Photography [See-Frame-Focus]
I wonder, if I draw a line... 