Today we had to have an "Amerigas" truck come out to fill our propane tank (its fuel heats our home and cooks our meals: so convenient); the ugly tank sits up on our back parking area, but it is part of mountain wilderness living, like the beater cars in some yards, or the also-ugly white canvas tent-garages - just a part of the scene up here.
But I saw another "part of the scene" yesterday that makes up for the rural eyesores: as I was driving down our lane to get the mail and go to the village for groceries, I came to a stop before a beautiful, lithe fawn who was standing politely by the side of the road. When I came to the halt, she looked at me, but still waited; as I moved slowly on, I saw in my rear vision mirror that she was now leaping gracefully across and into the woods on the other side of the lane. That was a magical, transcendent encounter, I can tell ya.
So once the tank is filled and we pay the horrendous charges for same, we are off to do some big-time shopping in the marketing and industrial center of Felton, down the road – and probably to get some good grub at the Cowboy Bar and Grill in town. It's a lovely day for an outing, sunny and in the 60s.
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