My son lives in the suburbs like we do, but his backyard has a special kind of neighbor — it borders a wide, open farm. This past week, while he was off enjoying a vacation, my son asked me to look after his backyard garden and pick any ripe vegetables.
So, yesterday morning, I drove over to his place, expecting nothing more than some quiet time and a few zucchini. But as I stepped into the backyard, I was greeted by an unexpected guest — a single deer sitting peacefully in the field just beyond the backyard fence.
