At first, Kanti got all worked up watching the parade. She barked and raced back and forth along the
fence line, desperately trying to let the deer know they were not welcome on her side of the fence. As the weeks went by she relented a bit and turned down the intensity of her deer patrol activities. Greg chatted with her regularly about the deer being here before us, which I am convinced was highly effective. Now she runs full tilt to the fence line and sits patiently watching the parade, a quiet observer. The parade has grown to sixteen hungry deer, and the forecast for today is for another severe snowfall warning.
I don't know about you, but I am sick of snow and tired of the endless winter. My tomato seedlings are languishing as winter refuses to release its grasp on the swake. I wish I was in Santorini, heading down the path to Red Beach. But I am on the swake and the sun is coming up so it is time to take up my front row seat and enjoy the parade, making the most of what the day has to offer right where I am.