
Willowy ghost like visitors come each night in search of food in the deep cold, there is not much left to nibble on, some withered old crab apples that still linger on the neighbor's tree. Five deer graced our presence last night and my heart aches to intervene with nourishment for them. Do I step in where nature fails, and upset the natural balance of things as I've been instructed not to do, or do I follow my heart? Their beauty and grace fills me each night with a serene joy and makes me ache equally so. I try and understand nature... and humans.
Bless their presence,
Bless their bodies to sustain.







