Footprints

Funny story to preface the footprints story.  Last week, Ryan and I walked out to water the garden.  I put on my rain boots because we had gotten a little rain.  When we got back to house, we walked through the breeze way (between the garage and the house) and there were these footprints of dried mud.  I freeked out a little because I didn't remember seeing them when we left (and of course we didn't lock the house).  So I made Ryan go in the house and check it all out... even the upstairs.  Then it dawned on me... my rain boots that I had worn had been sitting right where the dried mud had started.  Turns out.... it was my footprints.  The boots had mud on them from when my sister Mary did some weed wacking.  Oops!!  Guess my mind got the best of me there.

Anyway... more footprints!  The last couple nights when we've been watering the garden, we've noticed footprints.  Thinking they are deer prints, but nothing has been eaten so far.  I'm just hoping that it stays that way and we don't walk about there one evening and find that everything has been eaten because it all looks great right now.

Stay tuned... it might be time to add that fence.