i woke up early saturday mornin....
coffee and camera in hand....
headed out to the back porch...
my favorite place to be,
before the heat of the day sets in....
joyfully snapping away,
at the queen annes lace,
plucked from the side of the road yesterday.
it had rained the night before..
and i started to notice...
the sparkly drippy drips...
hanging from the chairs.
a photo-op,
of the sparkly kind....
as i focused on the drips...
something caught my eye...
in the back...
by the old veggie garden...
i was not the only early riser this morn.
FOX.
see him there.
i had seen him around for years...
but never in my yard.
(funny how we say "MY yard"...as if it is really OURS.)
i knew he must be after our family of rabbits...
Peter, his wifey,
or worse their 3 baby's...
or
our family of chip monks...
or
our birds.
(funny how we say "our"....as if they truly are OURS.)
i quickly shooed him away, with camera in hand, snapping his departure...
several birds dove and squawked at him as he cockily ran...
he was too close for comfort
for
us
all.
and made us feel
wildly awake
and
vulnerable.
which
we
are.
♥
erin
