You can tell it’s Spring…the deer are awake & hungry!

I don’t believe in feeding wild animals because I feel it disturbs their normal methods of hunting and foraging. But this guy came right up to me when I was snacking on some peanuts and just wouldn’t leave. I finally gave in and let him have one and he almost followed me into the kitchen trying to get more!  We have 9 deer living on our inn property and although the guests think they are cute, sometimes I wish I knew a hunter because they eat all my flowers and bushes. Over the years I’ve tried every method known to gardeners: one season, I scattered 200 bars of Irish Green soap in all the gardens (the guests kept asking why I had soap in the gardens! Didn’t do any good. The next season, I hung bags of garlic juice from all the bushes and plants. It was fairly expensive as the bags were flown out from Oregon. Didn’t do any good. Another year I had special sprinklers set up to spray the deer. Didn’t do any good. I finally gave up last year and just sent up prayers that they would dine elsewhere. This winter, they devoured our holly (thorns and all!) and last summer, they decided roses were tasty. We just planted a lot of pretty pansies to brighten the gardens and already “someone” has eaten a bunch of them! Oh well, they were here first,...

Yay! Spring is here and writing is flowing

Yesterday was significant:  I saw our first robin, glimpsed daffodils peeking through the earth, cleared the last bit of ice from the paths, and best of all, submitted my first play for consideration to the Oz-Arts Drama Club’s 10 X 10 Play Festival that will be happening here in Eureka Springs (dates and venue to be announced later). I took one of the  touching stories from my cookbook-memoir and fashioned a play after it.  The story tells the tale of a mother and 13 year-old daughter driving across country. They are bringing back to Philadelphia from California the gift of the grandmother’s car which, as the mother says, “I really didn’t want the car…but how do you say ‘no’ to your mother? She doesn’t realize I’m on a starving writer’s budget.” They meet a hillbilly-twanging  truck driver in the convenience store of an Interstate truck stop who helps them install the CB radio they just bought into their car. I won’t give away the whole story, but the mother learns later from the truck driver how much her daughter loves her and how wonderful the daughter thinks she is. In an almost unbelievable twist of events, the mother is later able to comfort the truck driver’s mother and let her know how much he loved her. Watch for announcements of the Festival. If my play doesn’t make it into the festival, that’s OK. It was very meaningful and cathartic for me to get it completed yesterday, the 19th anniversary of the death of my real-life daughter who was killed by a drunk driver on the same interstate 10 years later after the play...