I took a walk yesterday. I went down the road to the pond to feed the trout. It was lovely. When it started to downpour, I didn’t mind because I had on my trusty raincoat (that my mom sewed for me).
We don’t get much in the way of autumnal reds, but the hills are lit up with the gold of our bigleaf maple trees.
On the way home from dropping Charlotte off at preschool this morning, I hit a deer while driving. It was not a pleasant experience. Thankfully, Levi, Kit (the dog), and I are fine. My car is going to be fine. It could have been a lot worse. I’m trying to focus on that instead of being ticked off by the inconvenience of not having my car for a few days, and the fact that this unfortunate incident postponed many of the things I was planning on doing this morning.
Until today, I was the only member of my family that had never hit a deer. I was rather proud of that record, but the odds were against me. It seemed like in the last few weeks, I’d ALMOST hit a deer half a dozen times including last night when I spotted one crossing the highway through the dense fog in almost the exact same spot as where I hit one this morning. Maybe it was the same deer.
So…be careful out there, okay? Drive safely, be well, and enjoy the beautiful fall foliage.
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Glad everyone is fine. If you drive on backroads loading will deer, the deck is stacked against you. Its not if but when.
For the first time in my life I live in an area where encountering deer is a very real possibility on the roads. Having lived in suburbia my entire life until now (semi-rural area now) the idea of hitting a deer was only when out driving to the country/remote areas for hiking and camping.
It’s scary and thought provoking, taking care and time to attempt at least to avoid an encounter.
Love your maple shots. Hardly any reds here in Texas either.