Mailboxes last autumn
I was standing by the rural mailboxes yesterday and had the oddest sense I was not alone... someone was on the other side of the fence... behind the mailboxes... on my neighbor's farm. I looked up to see her staring at me... not certain if she should stand quietly still or run... her spots betraying her youth.
I smiled in delight to see her and we stared at each other for awhile, until I asked her where her family was and she ran off following the fence down the rural road. I looked around and saw no other deer nearby so I sent up a quick prayer for her safety... a human praying for another mother's child. :)
I wonder if he was her father... or an uncle, perhaps? One evening at dusk, Christopher and I had stopped to pull into our gravel road when in the distance I saw him... standing in the middle of the road... a mist surrounding him making his appearance almost ghost-like... so much so I asked Christopher if he saw the same thing I did or was it my overactive imagination. Had I a glimpse into another time and place... an Eden in the midst?
No, my son saw him, too. A tall buck with a rack of antlers, both so big it took my breath away. Just standing in the middle of the road looking towards our car, no fear in his eyes. He acted as one who was accustomed to being honored and admired. He was the king of their domain. He was fabulous.
This morning I thought of him again as I walked down the county road, further into the forest and close to where he had been standing in the mist. Scissors in hand, I was out to snip Queen Anne's Lace for a bouquet. It grows wild along the country roads. I can't say I enjoyed the walk for there is that whole Bigfoot thing. I know, there has never been a sighting here but then again... how many people have seen ghostly bucks?