“Come look,” my husband called to me on Saturday morning. It was a sweet little fawn.
I quietly snuck around behind the deck and she stood still and looked at me for a minute, Then she turned and looked in the other direction.
Her mother was there. She was probably telling her to get away from these humans. You can see her camouflaged on the right side of the picture.
“Come on,” her mother called.
Reluctantly the little fawn turned and darted off.
But not before she finished off her breakfast of the last of my impatience! And just yesterday I noticed that the impatience plant had gotten quite large and the deer hadn’t touched it. Oh well, that’s life when you live at the edge of a woods!
When was the last time you had guests for breakfast? I served mine impatience. What did you serve your guests?