“Don’t bother me,” I snap. “I have a deadline.”
“But Mom.”
“Go away.” I keep my eyes on my monitor; my fingers on the keys.
“Look out your window. Quietly.”
I harumph up from my work. Persistence rewarded.
Ahhh. The tension melts. It’s these moments that count. Never mind the family is feasting on my asters and astilbe. Mother sniffs the cone flowers before meandering on.
Yes, I did see twins fawns earlier this summer. Mother nursing them on the side of the road, several miles from my back yard. It must be a good year for twins. Or maybe Mother Nature is making up for the harshness of last winter.