July 9, 2023

Milestones: today I ate the first BLT I ever made for myself. 

Blessings: I sat for a moment on the front porch with a cold drink in my hand. No sooner had I settled than a deer walked the full length of my drive, from west to south. He was larger than expected, and if asked his color in that instant I would have said “red,” like the iron oxide in my paint tubes. I felt I said seen a great sight, been privy to a great secret. 

Someone, I suppose a raccoon, came up on the east porch to tear open a bag of fertilizer, taste-testing it. I hope he found it loathsome. I crossed bear off the list of possible marauders because a bear would have carried it away.