One, knows, for instance, that it will rain when the peonies are about to bloom. The irises come first, however, and they show off for such a short time that one must enjoy them in earnest. The Salvia have a longer display, but, deadheading (what a violent word that is for an act that really bring forth new life) insures an encore performance later on. These rhythms all flow within each other.
Then, there are the weeds, which demand a paragraph in their own. Right now, we are trying to control the determined creeping Charlie, which I pull like a sailor hauling anchors in during a storm, coupled with the insidious garlic mustard. Whoever thought that was a good idea? It thrives here, with its flounce leaves and spikes of white flowers, ravishing our acreage inch by inch. It is the reason I almost look forward to the building of a house next door, for, that lot was a football field of mustard garlic all of whose seeds seemed to settle into our yard.
As I looked beyond our grassy knoll greening and growing and grateful for the sun and the rain, I wondered when we would first spot a fawn, for we usually do ’round about the time the peonies and irises put on a show. As much as I stomp my foot and huff and puff about the damage the deer do to our gardens, I do look forward to this season when the fawn are born.
I noticed something in the garlic, mustardy moat next door; a speck of a something that was probably a bunch of leaves blown about from a recent storm. Still . . . my eye on the speck, I wandered back, inching to the edge of our property. A slight movement in the breeze. Wide eyes watching me. The twitch of an ear. A fawn at rest. Right where his mother put him, for does are known to leave their babes in open fields for hours on end. Fawn have no scent, no predators, in fact, just a seasonally inspired granny who wanders about, dancing the dance of the seasons.
The photo above shows the fawn. Just click on a few times and you will find it center stage, as I did. Click on below, as well, and you should be able to make out the spots that fawn wear in their young life. You may need to click twice.