November Thankfulness 1

     As I sit in my warm spot of sun at the breakfast table, I am watching a doe cavort in the hayfield on the south end of our property.  I don't know if you have ever had this joyous opportunity, but they run back and forth, leaping into the air in great bounds.  Sometimes this is a solo activity, often it involves several.
     The sunny morning is a blessing, the first we have had in 11 days.  The afternoons have cleared a few times, but each morning as been thick and gray.  The deer population is being culled during this hunting season in the mountains and we will see fewer and fewer as they elude the hunters or are taken by the hunters, so it is a treat to see a daytime deer right now.  The doe tired or her running play, loped to the northwest corner of the field and bounded over the overgrown fence as though it wasn't even there and graced me with her beauty as she walked nearer the house along the woods line before disappearing into the tall grass at the edges of the woods and then into the shadow of the woods.
     My thankfulness extents to having the vision to watch her at the distance she played.  To give you an idea of the distance, this is the back of our house from that field.