Sunday, August 14, 2011
This weekend I probably looked crazy to any of my neighbor's who happened to gaze out their windows around 8am on Saturday. I was making coffee getting ready to go help a friend move. When I looked out my window and saw what ever gardener dreads of . . . a deer in the middle of my tomatoes eating. I did what any normal person would do screamed and then ran out the back door, after fumbling with the locks, yelling at the deer to scram while in my pjs. Andy was in the shower and missed the whole debacle, but it was a sight to be seen.