Oh Deer

I was looking out my window this morning thinking, It's so green, no color.  What's there to look at? I need to beef up my gardening skills so it's more interesting out there.  And then while I was making coffee a carmel-colored hump appeared just below my kitchen window.  I took a step closer and leaned over the sink to get a better view.  It was a juvenile white-tailed deer munching on the plants I don't care about in the garden of the front woods.  Good job, I thought.  That caffeinated rinse water I splatter this and every morning on my beloved hostas in the garden up against the house were safe from the morning munch. Deer are not coffee drinkers.  I wonder if I might want to keep this garden wild and untended so that the deer will continue to wander my yard early in the morning before most life wakes up.  I reflect on what a tick-carrier this wild beauty is and how even in nature you have to beware.  But mostly I am awestruck by this four-legged gentle soul wandering free and easy through my yard at 5:30am in the morning.  I wonder where her family is as I move silently from window to window, tracing her movement.  I feel graced by her presence on a morning when I thought there was nothing to see.