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We were enjoying breakfast on the cabin porch, taking in the beautiful view, when she quietly poked her head through the foliage. Quietly, the doe looked to the left, to the right, up toward where we were sitting. Deciding the coast was clear, she emerged from the woods and began gently walking across the yard. Ever vigilant, ever alert, stealthy.
We froze and willed the dogs to stay still and oblivious to the scene unfolding below us.
Then one little fawn, and another and a third emerged behind her, following their mama on this adventure wherever it would lead. Another doe brought up the rear of this unanticipated parade of beauty on the Fourth of July. Gently, they crossed the yard in single file until they disappeared again in the brush.
Beautiful comes in many shapes and sizes. It can come when and where we least expect it.
Hello Elizabeth! I'm visiting from FMF. Thank you for sharing this post and making me smile wide:) I would love to see the sight that you are describing, it really sounds beautiful the way you make it come to live with your words. It a nice reminder of what you say in the last sentence:
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Sometimes we might even need to be on look out for the beautiful ;)
Love Ava Sophie
Thanks for the visit, Ava! You're right, we should keep our eyes open for the beautiful!
ReplyDeleteAmen, so true.
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