This is what Captain Daddy brought home from his deer hunting trip over the weekend.
A far cry from what he normally delivers to my kitchen during October, which looks like this…
…and turns my house into a butcher shop/early-Halloween house of horrors/biohazard.
Have the blacktail deer been finding midlife strangely stagnant and attending floral arranging classes to spice things up? Was there a bouquet dispensary set up in a tree stand in south-central Oregon by a remorseful ex-hunter who thought he was willing to trade his wife for more weekends wearing camo until it actually happened? Is Jupiter in retrograde?
We may never know.
I’ll just enjoy these pleasant blooms and their lovely aroma while they last. The season of death, after all, ain’t over yet.