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Pastimes : Precious Memories!Kids make me smile! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: calgal who wrote (826)	9/9/2001 6:11:19 PM
From: The Philosopher	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 1309

Not a kid story, but a neat experience today. This spring I had felled a dead tree by the tennis court an sawed it up, but didn't split it. Today, with mowing mostly done for the year and a nip in the air presaging the need for firewood soon, I took my trust Snow and Nealley splitting maul (I have traded in my crosscut saw for a chain saw, and will use a tractor instead of wheelbarrow to haul the wood, but I won't trade in my splitting maul for one of them newfangled splitting machines. Now way nohow. Splitting is good exercise, and it's satisfying. And takes me back in spirit to men who have gone into the woods to split wood for centuries. And it's a great way to enjoy nature and have time to think.) Anyhow, I was right at the edge of the court -- the tractor and cart were on the court (our court is fenced on the ends but not the sides), and is smack dab in the middle of the woods) when I glanced across the court and there was a deer looking over at me. I looked at her and we sort of exchanged looks and each decided the other was no threat. So I went back to splitting and she went back to browsing. I kept looking over at her from time to time, and after a few times I noticed that her twin babies had joined her. There there were, as close as the width of a tennis court, just browsing away. And even stepped up onto the court to get at the weeds that always grow up under the end fences. We were like that for maybe twenty minutes until gradually they browsed their way along to the other end of the court, and then off into the woods. It was a magical fall moment.