Oh heavens no, we're not on a farm. We're outside the city limits, just barely. We planted a garden for years until a housing development went up close by. That drove the deer over to our territory. We'd plant the usual garden, green tomatoes would eventually pop up on the vines only to disappear the next day. We finally caught them at it, a herd of at least 10 deer. After that we just gave up and stopped planting.
As for a sign from my mom and dad, there's been nothing. I'll have to comfort myself with that recipe of my mom's that fell out of the cookbook the other day. Something similar happened not long after she died. An old letter from her was on the floor at my feet, have no idea how it got there. Maybe instead of looking to the heavens for a sign I should be keeping my eyes on the floor. lol |
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