But the most exciting thing about the pick up wasn't the vegetables (which I haven't even looked through yet, merely left them in their box on our porch, ready to be sorted later): we saw a doe in the woods near a stone wall as we drove to the farm. As it was a deserted rural road, I managed to stop, back up, and let the kids have a look without causing a traffic jam, or scaring away the deer. They were mesmerized. And so excited. Even now as I type this, they are playing we-saw-a-deer-from-the car in their beds, bringing their critters along and shouting out, "a deer! a deer!" (in a quirky combo of current obsessions, they are playing their "magic bongos" to make more deer appear). We called Mama immediately on the cell phone--such an urban family we are--and want to tell Gommie and Pop, Ma and Gong as soon as we can. And then all the way home, they looked for deer in the woods and wondered about the other creatures they might see in the misty, foggy, wet woods (rabbits, ducks, turkey, and an alligator). I can't imagine we will see a deer every Friday (or an alligator ever!), but it's great that they'll be looking!
You have all the luck, M saw a MOUSE in the kitchen, again, so we outed the trap and hope to get a body in the morning. Rural living is such fun. Letter on its way to you includung a pic of a really large lady. She makes a living from being big, think about it, if you really are very lumpy you could have another career as a model and then pay school fees. What would your mother say?
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