Last evening as I returned from a meeting, what do I see but one of the summer fawns I mentioned in yesterday’s post. This sweet, stupid young deer was by itself, calmly cropping grass along the edge of Roundtop’s main parking lot, right in front of the lodge. Presumably, its four regular cohorts knew better than this poor soul, which has yet to survive a hunting season of any kind.
This morning, rain showers descended but before that happened the impending rain clouds produced a very attractive sunrise. As I was driving to work, the sunrise looked even more interesting in my rearview mirror, but I was already off the mountain and on my way and couldn’t take advantage of it any more.