We Match
Blaze orange hearts as we enter November.
My 89-year-old neighbor was fumbling with a tarp where her lawn meets the ravine. She told me excitedly that her son had seen a moose on the barren. Deer hunting season1 was about to start. She told me about the young doe who’s been coming to visit her bird feeder daily. “I looked at her and I told her, ‘You be careful!’” she said. The doe lifted her hooves and stamped her hooves, as if she had heard and was planning to heed the advice. I helped fold the tarp and carry it back up to her house.
Now, everyone is in their blaze orange as we bumble along through or by the woods. Color-wise, we are freaking out. But we match.
