Come here! Be quiet!

I was upstairs last night when Mr. Dating Jesus hissed up the stairs that I should come down and be quiet. And there, in the back yard, was a doe and her fawn, picking their way through the pachysandra. If you’ll remember, I met this pair a few days ago, when the fawn decided to …

The lies we tell

The twins came to Camp Granny’s this weekend, and Saturday morning, out in the yard I saw a mother deer and the smallest fawn I’ve ever seen, covered in spots and no bigger than a house cat. The deer turned because I gasped, so I whispered up the stairs for the children to come down …