Wild beauty: a fawn in the garden and vines under the windowsill (picspam).

[juushika]

One of the joys of living on the city limits, surrounded by open land and close to the forest, is wild nature just outside the door. A few days ago, the wild was a fawn walking down the garden steps. We have deer as visitors almost daily, but it's rare for them to come to close. They come by to eat the wild sweetpeas. This fawn was accompanied by its mother.










Some months ago, I found the wild creeping in under the window sill. These vines had worked their way under and up the sliding, wiggling in through the smallest cracks to fall and flower indoors. It reminds of a plate in Chris Van Allsburg's book The Mysteries of Harris Burdick which reads "He had warned her about the book. Now, it was too late." Searching for that plate also lead me to find this lovely picture of vines growing through a window by Flickr user Tonyp67.





Crossposted to laceandflora.