Several times a year we must allow nature to take its course.Living in the country has a few drawbacks but on the whole, I love it and would hate to live in a city with all the hustle bustle.
This morning I had to make a quick run to the post office to mail a package of books and CD's to a friend who is unable to be out of bed due to an injury. I felt happy and light hearted as I headed out and saw all the daffodils in full bloom. I also noticed all my longed for tulips which had been making great headway were no longer visible. On second glance I saw that they had been eaten to the very bottom by our friends, the deer. Beautiful animals but deadly to plant life.
Anyway, as I was about to say, we have a large farm between our house and the road to the post office. Unfortunately the nice farmer had been spreading his fields which encompasses both sides of the country road. Trying to dodge around all the droppings and tracks full of good old cow manure, I managed to get it under the car and some flew onto the sides. I tried to remember to get out of the car very carefully when I arrived at my destination. Alas, for the senior mind.
I hopped out of the car (when I say hopped, you can envision an elderly grey headed lady trying to manipulate her way out of a small car without too much embarrassment because of the knees and girth). When standing, I reached over the driver's seat to grab hold of the package and completely forgot about the farmer's gift along the side of the car. Natch it got on my jeans. If I was capable of putting smell0vision in this diatribe, believe me I would so you could share that glorious scent of what makes the crops grow. Thank goodness I had no other errands to make and could make a speedy getaway home.
The gal in the post office asked me if I lived on a farm. I just looked at her straight in the eye and asked in return, "Why, do I look as if I just got off the honey wagon? Or was it my new perfume perhaps?" I had none on. I admitted it was just pure manure on my pants leg. We both burst out laughing and I paid for the postage and left. Then I remembered the bank and quickly drove into the ATM drive through. Man those things really are a blessing aren't they?
Now here I am at home, safe and sound. Before I can relax though, I have a little chore to do. Hose off the car as best I can so that we don't carry that little gift anywhere else. I mean, when you get out of that car, the smell really hits you right between the eyes. You can only hold your breath for so long. Believe me, I've tried and failed. Oh, to have bigger lungs!
As for our little deer critters, I have found a site that gives me fourteen pages of plants, trees and shrubs that the deer rarely touch. Notice it says RARELY. If they are eating my pine trees I think anything is fair game for them. I'll let you know after I go shopping for these special deer resistant flowers. So far I do know they don't like daffodils because mine haven't been touched. Now I call that a blessing!
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