My neighbor Margaret passed away a year ago today….and in the weeks and days she was leaving this place, we had a backyard visitor. This fawn was “dropped” by her mom in my backyard…of course I named her Margaret.
I took it as a sign – a reminder of the circle of life, (bitter) sweet beginnings, and often bitter (sweet) endings. I took it personally that Bambi’s Mother would choose me and my yard as a safe haven for her baby. Her perfect spotted, baby wonder.
I saw M four times before she went off on her own – I like to think that we bonded somehow – that she and her mom knew I could be trusted. We think it was her that came back around in the fall – marching (munching) right up to our hostas and strolling through our yards to eventually cross the street in search of more lunch.
I hope she survived our horrible Winter (I will not lament the hideousness) and dropped her baby somewhere safe this Spring.
And I hope that Margaret the Mother, Daughter, Sister, Friend is strolling a street somewhere….peaceful with birds, gardens, and open green space…rest well Neighbor.