Why Be Practical
On our way to dinner on Saturday I insisted we find a park so we could hunt for pine cones. Because, well duh, I need pine cones to decorate for fall. So we found this little fenced-off park in the middle of town.
Surprise, surprise. It’s kind of muddy. And heavily wooded. And we found deer. A lot of them.
I thought for sure the two bucks were going to attack us as we encroached on their home. Timothy assured me otherwise, but if me and a buck were fighting over the best log, I’m pretty sure the one with horns would win.
Regardless, no pine cones found, cute wedges covered in mud, and irrational fears of deer. Oh, and my shoes survived the mud, no worries.