Here it is Sunday night already and my television indulgence, Downton Abbey, will be on in about an hour.  I became addicted to Downton Abbey after watching an episode late last year and I fell in love with this aristocratic family with their flowery language and lives of ease.  I immediately rented Season 1 and 2 from Netflix in order to get caught up on the story line.  My mother phoned to remind me that tonight is the night for our next installment otherwise I’d have forgotten!  That would be sad.

I don’t have to tell you that my life is very unlike the lives portrayed in Downton Abbey.  I have no servants, no cook, no grand estate and no ladies maid.  I’m it by all accounts.  But I like to peer into the window of a life I’ll never know.  Not with envy but with utter and complete fascination.

In great contrast to the Crawley family I spent my day stacking wood and scouring the “back forty” for kindling.  My cat, Luvy, was my constant companion as I walked through the snow harvesting dried sticks and small logs for the week as fire starting material.  Though it was cold outside the sun was shining and provided a comfortable warmth as Luvy and I walked through the woods.

In the snow I could see deer and rabbit tracks zig zagging throughout the property.  Every now and then Luvy would act as if he’d discovered something to pounce on but mostly he wanted to be picked up and brought back inside.  Usually he is squeaking (he has no real meow) to be let outside but this cold weather is not his favorite and he much prefers laying right in front of the wood stove.

After we’d settled back inside I glanced out at the bird feeders and discovered four deer cleaning up the seed on the ground underneath.  I watch them for long time and I’m sure the one doe could see me through the window.  We stared at each other for the longest time and she stamped her front hoof in warning I suppose.  They were a beautiful sight and seemed to be plump and healthy.  I snapped quite a few photos and then left them be to finish eating the last of the bird seed.

That was my day and I’m ready now to rub elbows with the aristocrats while I’m in my nightgown and snuggled on the couch.

 

 

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