My sore eyes are longing for Tuscany. But, in the meantime, I have to admit there is beauty in the present.

Walking down my country road almost daily or at least as often as the snow and ice allows, I heard a small sound the other day and stopped. I watch 7 deer rush out of one copse of trees and across the road in front of me. I stood and watched in awe.

It truly made my day! I couldn’t fish my phone out of my puffer coat pocket with my gloves on fast enough to take a picture. I hope they found the food they must be needing. How do they feed themselves and keep those beautiful svelte bodies?