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Aug. 14th, 2010 05:59 pmHanging one's own laundry up to dry is a very zen activity, especially when it's a beautiful day out. My dad strung the laundry line (really just some scratchy yellow rope that we used to use for camping) up between the elm trees that grown on the edge of the gravel and the pig (boat) shed, on the far side of the property, so I went out and got about half through the fruit trees before I noticed something moving. A deer. It started edging away from me, then started running, and a second deer came up from the bank and followed it. They both went leaping away behind the pig shed.
I was hanging up my jeans to dry when I heard the crunch of footsteps on gravel, and looked up to see another deer walking cautiously through the gravel, pausing now and then as if hoping that the strange creature by the flapping things (me) wouldn't notice it. Then the wind blew through the laundry, sending it flapping even more, and the deer broke and ran, disappearing down the old road on the hill down below. A few minutes later Tiger, the female cat, strolled out from the lilac bush.
When I went out to meet my mom and help her get her laundry down, the horses in the field below were gathered in the space in front of the firepit. The rest of the property is largely hemmed off by tangles of bushes and trees, except for this space: it's the one spot we have a really good view of the neighbors' field below ours. They rehabilitate wild horses every summer: looking at the horses is breathtaking. Most of the horses were grazing in the sun; a few of them were resting in the shade by the pond. Smart horses.
I was hanging up my jeans to dry when I heard the crunch of footsteps on gravel, and looked up to see another deer walking cautiously through the gravel, pausing now and then as if hoping that the strange creature by the flapping things (me) wouldn't notice it. Then the wind blew through the laundry, sending it flapping even more, and the deer broke and ran, disappearing down the old road on the hill down below. A few minutes later Tiger, the female cat, strolled out from the lilac bush.
When I went out to meet my mom and help her get her laundry down, the horses in the field below were gathered in the space in front of the firepit. The rest of the property is largely hemmed off by tangles of bushes and trees, except for this space: it's the one spot we have a really good view of the neighbors' field below ours. They rehabilitate wild horses every summer: looking at the horses is breathtaking. Most of the horses were grazing in the sun; a few of them were resting in the shade by the pond. Smart horses.